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Black cherries and jasmine, it was soft, dark, and sensual, and shouldn’t at all be clinging to the skin of a Beta. Nikolai braced himself and gently pulled Angelo off him, he didn’t make a sound, his entire body boneless despite still being conscious.
It was a train wreck, and he had to right up the train somehow. The thought that he wasn’t into men was far away at the moment, instead, he was taken up by the strange circumstances around Angelo, and how the assassin was hiding more secrets than he thought.
Letting Angelo lean against him, he shoved his bloody dick back in his pants, grimacing. Regret wasn’t an often used word in his dictionary but he was feeling a lot of it right then.
He picked up Angelo who still weighed nothing despite the fact that he tried to get him to eat more, placing him on the bed.
Angelo immediately curled up on his side but Nikolai knew it wasn’t from the pain, it was more of a protective gesture. He clenched and unclenched his fists, he knew endless ways to kill a person but he wasn’t great with comfort.
He moved, heading to the bathroom. Although Angelo’s hoodie provided some cover, he knew the assassin was bleeding under it. Cleaning Angelo up was surprisingly easy, although the assassin was curled up tight, he put up no resistance when Nikolai tried to touch him, it turned his expression ugly.
He wanted to have Silvia brought over so he could demand for answers from her but just like earlier, he knew she wouldn’t tell him a thing. He cleaned him up as gently as he could and was once again stumped on what to do.
"Angelo?" He broke the stretched out silence between them, keeping a distance. Angelo’s guards were completely down, he was no longer the dangerous assassin, just a vulnerable Omega.
Angelo lifted his head slightly, his hair covering the lower part of his face, his pupils were blown out, a spaced-out look on his face. There was barely any recognition on his face, those pale eyes seeing nothing.