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Nikolai had to pat himself on the back at how much self-control he was exercising. He knew that Luis Caddel had something planned out, and he wanted to see it play out, physically incapable of risking Angelo’s safety.
He placed a hand in the pocket of his trench coat, his other hand holding a long-forgotten cigar between his lips, forcing his tense muscles to relax.
The door handle slowly turned, and he couldn’t help but remember what Silvia had told him about Angelo bumping into his father and falling physically ill for days after.
He glanced over at Luis Caddel, whose complete attention was focused on the door, a feverish tinge in his eyes. It reminded him much of his dad, and once again, he had to put in a lot of work to stop himself from digging the dog’s heart with his bare hands.
The door finally opened, revealing Angelo standing on the other side with his eyes blown wide, bloody sweater slipping down a thin shoulder, his hair wild and down around his shoulders.
Nikolai bit down on his cigar, the familiar taste of burning nicotine on his tongue. He calmly discarded another cigar - he had almost forgotten that smoking cigars around Angelo never went down well.
Angelo was yet to notice him, the assassin was frozen like prey on the stairs, staring right at his dad with an expression he had never seen before, and he planned to make sure it never had to be repeated.
"Come over here," Luis Caddel ordered him over, "What should you say after running off?"
Angelo didn’t move, his hands clenched into fists beneath bloody sweater paws. "S-Silvia..." He stumbled over his words, "Can you..."