Chapter 432: + - 432+
Angelo fumed as he watched the Mafia King approach, more than getting rid of his split ends, Roxie had done something to his hair to make it puff up. He was used to his hair limply hanging down, he preferred it even, having his hair fluff up like this made him feel ridiculous like he was wearing a tacky wig.
He held his tongue in a great fit of self-control, however. Not only could he not bring himself to cut his hair, but threatening to do it would only bring grave repercussions, so he could only glare a hole right through Nikolai’s forehead and tolerate it.
"I’m going back to the penthouse," He announced through a clenched jaw when Nikolai approached.
Nikolai’s eyes almost seemed to glow, "Too bad, we’re going to the casino."
Nikolai nearly took a step back right then, it really seemed like Angelo was going to make a killing blow. The assassin still had a hand up to his hair to keep the unruly bouncy locks out of his face, it contrasted with the danger that spat from his eyes.
"I’m going back to the penthouse," Angelo repeated - right then, he didn’t seem to care about the threat of the safe room.
Nikolai closed the distance and grabbed for himself a handful of Angelo’s hair like he couldn’t resist. "Did you forget I make the decisions around here?"
Angelo dropped both hands to his side, helpless anger in his swirling pale green eyes. He seemed too angry to even come up with a response. Angelo didn’t want to remain in public with his hair looking like this, he wanted to curl up alone in a room where no one would see him.
If Mafia King Nikolai wanted to take him anywhere, he would have to knock him out to accomplish that.