Chapter 482: + - 482+
Angelo half expected to be put to work as soon as he showed up, and not at all for Nikolai to be seated in front of a table of food, clearly waiting for him.
He slowed down at the sight, fitting the pieces together. "Did you call for me to eat breakfast?"
Nikolai’s eyes glittered like blue diamonds at the sight of Angelo. He indulged the assassin’s growing habit of outrightly disobeying him and at the same time was driven to impatience by his attitude, he was entertained by both of his reactions.
If he had known that Angelo was dressing up so good, he might have waited a little more patiently.
"Yes," He answered sagely to Angelo’s question, looking at every inch of the assassin but his face.
Angelo deflated, walking over. He hadn’t even thought about eating, bad habits were hard to break.
"Were you looking forward to sticking your knives in someone?" Nikolai finally looked away from his form-fitting clothes with difficulty, his gaze glowing with approval at the visible hickeys peaking over his low collar.
Angelo had actually been looking forward to that, but when Nikolai said it like that, it made him come off like a villain. He sat stiffly at the table, "Just trying to earn my keep."
Nikolai chuckled, in a very good mood. Now he wanted to see how blood would look against Angelo’s skin. His attention was ultimately brought to the assassin’s hair, noting how properly it was bound up.