Chapter 479: + - 479+
Angelo woke up to an empty bed, he pushed his hair out of his eyes and spat out a few strands, narrowing his eyes at a certain Mafia King who insisted on him leaving his hair down no matter where they were.
Nikolai’s absence wasn’t surprising, it was relieving if anything because it meant he could put his hair up. It was already mid-morning when he woke up and for the first time in his life he was reluctant to get out of bed.
His body was still deliciously sore and Nikolai’s scent lingered in the sheets. He lazed around for a few more minutes and then got out of bed, his hair already in a loose knot behind his neck.
Wearing nothing but a bathrobe, he walked to his previous room. It had been completely cleaned out, and Angelo couldn’t exactly say when. He grabbed a hoodie and loose pants, and returned to the new room to clean up and change into proper clothes for the first time in days.
Angelo didn’t intend to stay in either of the rooms, interested in a room closer to the living room, so he wouldn’t have to walk such a distance to get to his room. Besides choosing a new room, he had other plans for the day.
He had worn hoodies and loose pants for so long because it made him blend into the background better. It wasn’t really great for his job, especially for someone like him who didn’t use guns. Not to mention, the bulky clothing restricted running and scaling walls.
He wasn’t an assassin anymore, but he wasn’t hiding either, not with his scent out in the open, so it was time for him to get new clothes. Preferably something form-fitting with easily accessible straps so he could keep his weapons.
Angelo left the room fully dressed, walking down the hallway in search of a suitable room. He found one with ease, it was spacious and lavishly decorated just like every other room in Nikolai’s apartment, and it was just down the hallway from the living room.
After customizing the room to his tastes, which involved covering up the mirrors, he made his way to the living room, deducing that Mafia King Nikolai wasn’t in the apartment. It didn’t matter either way, because Angelo hadn’t been planning on doing much that day, he was still recovering after all.