Captive Mate BL-Chapter 444: + - +

’Angelo...’ It was a soft voice filled with warmth and sunshine, it called to him, pulling at the edges of his consciousness.

’Angelo..." Louder now, more urgent, it made him a little anxious, wanting nothing more than to find the source of the voice.

’Angelo!’ A scream of pure liquid fear, it rattled inside his head, it hurt. He felt like he was shoved into somewhere cramped but he didn’t remember moving.

Angelo woke up with a gasp, his eyes wide open in an instant. His thoughts were muddled but it didn’t stop him from looking around frantically.

Not moving right after waking up was a survival tactic he grew up with, even if he lost his memories, the first thing he would do would be to try to gauge the danger while pretending to be asleep.

He wasn’t in Silvia’s office, he wasn’t in one of the many rented apartments he spent his life in...

Angelo’s silent panic quietened down when he caught sight of Mafia King Nikolai. The Alpha seemed to be lost in thought, from Angelo’s spot, he could only see a side profile.

His forehead was smooth despite being in deep though, the high bridge of his nose sloping into the grim line of his lips.

Angelo didn’t understand it. Nikolai was the last person he should feel at ease around but the Mafia King had rigid principles and never did what he said he wouldn’t do.

The fact that he was still alive was a testament to that. He was a cold-blooded crime lord who had killed countless people, but he was the one person Angelo could trust to not try to force him.

He stretched slowly, straightening his legs and catching the Mafia King’s attention.

Nikolai whipped around, sitting back in his seat and making no move to close the distance between them.

Angelo had immediately recalled what happened after waking up, his scent clinging to his skin was a loud reminder of what had happened. His scent didn’t make him nauseous as it used to, it just made him curious about what Mafia King Nikolai thought of him now. If he was less of an assassin just because he was born an Omega.

"Who was it?" Nikolai broke the silence, there was a dark look on his face that couldn’t easily be deciphered.

Angelo’s eyes went cloudy but he said nothing, his secret filling up his throat, choking him.

"Why did you try to kill me?" Nikolai asked after a beat, he had expected not to get a response to his first question, but to the second, he needed an answer.

Angelo sat up, his shoulder ached slightly from lying down on it for so long and he massaged it to ease the uncomfortable sensation. He didn’t need to do a mental check over his body to know that Mafia King Nikolai had done nothing to him.

"The goal was your dad." He spoke quietly, it had come to this point, there was no reason to keep it a secret any longer. "But he’s dead so I had to kill someone else."

Nikolai’s lips quirked up slightly but there was no amusement on his face. "If it makes you feel any better, I killed him with my own hands."

Angelo’s eyes widened at this, he looked at Nikolai with new eyes, this was a side of the story he had never heard before.

Nikolai wanted to probe more about Angelo but he didn’t, knowing that he truly had nothing to do with Angelo’s past was a relief, one that was short-lived. If the man who gave him his genes was involved with Angelo then what kind of horrific life did he live?

"You can leave," He forced himself to say, even though he wanted nothing more than to keep Angelo in this room where he could keep an eye on him all day, and keep for himself the assassin who casually defied him.

"W-What?" Angelo blurted out, stunned.

"We had a deal," Nikolai reminded with a grimace.

Angelo glanced down, self-conscious. "I barely did my end of the deal."

"You make it sound like you don’t want to leave." Nikolai pointed out dryly.

Angelo wisely shut up, realizing that he did indeed sound that way. But Nikolai had given him somewhat of a reason to live longer, he didn’t know what to do after leaving, he couldn’t go back to Silvia and his life would constantly be in danger from his old job.

Trying to leave earlier was completely instinctive, he would try to keep the secret of his secondary gender from everyone, regardless of who it was but it didn’t seem that big of a deal to Nikolai.

The Mafia King hadn’t even questioned him about it, more interested in...

"I’ll call Silvia to come pick you up," Nikolai decided at the extended silence.

"It was my dad." Angelo spoke up, his voice was barely above a whisper, his arms wrapping around himself.

Nikolai heard it, a snarl on his face, a dangerous glint in his cold blue eyes. "Is he dead?" He asked after a stretch of noxious silence.

Angelo couldn’t look Nikolai in the face, the Mafia King was the only person privy to his secrets other than Silvia. He didn’t know why he kept revealing his secrets but it made the weight he carried around a little lighter.

Angelo shook his head tightly, the man that mated his mom was still alive somewhere. Angelo had only bumped into him once and he was bedridden for a week after, physically sick from pure terror.

There was silence once again, like there was a lot both had to say but neither wanted to be the first to open up.

"Do you care that I’m an Omega?" Angelo lifted his head now, something like hope in those pale green eyes.

Nikolai studied the mouse that he had kept in his palm all of this time, reluctant now to let it go. "Should I?" He asked in a low voice, dangerous thoughts running through his head.

There was a faint shadow of a smile on Angelo’s face, "I don’t know, most people would."

Nikolai scoffed, "Like being an Omega would stop you from cutting them open." He said bluntly, more interested in other more important things. "Do you mind if I kill him?"

Angelo didn’t ask any more questions of Nikolai about his secondary gender, he had already gotten the answer he wanted to hear. He mulled over Nikolai’s question, he hadn’t asked Silvia to although he knew that she would kill him in a heartbeat.

It wasn’t that he thought it was his responsibility to take the life of the man that had brought him to life, he had just wanted nothing more to do with him. He wanted to stay as far as possible away from him...

"I don’t," He shrugged, his smile more visible now. "Can I stay here for a while longer?"

Nikolai paused halfway to his feet, "You want to what?" He asked in disbelief.

"You were supposed to kill me, take some responsibility." Angelo bravely accused.

If he went back, Silvia would try to make him live a normal life but Angelo had lost the chance to have that. He was too dysfunctional to attempt the pretense of a normal life.

He used to despise the Mafia but the past ten years had showed him that some people were loathsome regardless of their affiliation to a Mafia House or not.

Not to mention, Nikolai had helped him with his revenge in a way and the Mafia King refused to kill him, so he was stuck with him.

Nikolai had a blank expression on at this turn of things, he could easily get rid of Angelo but this was what he wanted, to keep Angelo around for a while longer.

"Fine. You get a week, then I’m calling Silvia." He said flatly, walking to the door.

It was morning, the drapes were drawn but little lines of sunlight spilled into the room from the corners, gold dust swirling in the thin rays.

Angelo leaned back against the headboard, his hands dropping to his sides. His smile held a bit of exhaustion, his eyes trailing after Nikolai. He wanted to ask where the Mafia King was going to but he didn’t, sighing.

Staying here was only temporary, he needed to decide on what he would do after a week had gone by. He tried to imagine what it would be like to live a normal life, he could go back on hormone inhibitors to keeping hiding his secondary gender.

He couldn’t look at mirrors, he couldn’t sleep normally, and had a freeze response to most men, especially Alphas. He had no interest in integrating into a society he was never a part of.

It was easy for Silvia to wish for him to live a normal life but it would be more probable for him to just keep working at her company. He had been hurtling through life , the only thing that could stop him was death and a Mafia King keeping him prisoner, apparently.

There was a knock on the door after a while, prompting him to rise to his feet. All the guards at the hallway were gone, a bight-faced Omega was the one to bring his food, one he had never seen before.

"The boss said to tell you to eat it all," She said in her high-pitched voice, pushing the tray in his direction.