Captive Mate BL-Chapter 447: + - +

Angelo was unshaken by the gory scene, he had killed people in worse ways, he was now morbidly curious. Nikolai had walked into the club all alone and killed a worker without reservation, even for a Mafia King, that had to be a dangerous move, there was no way he could hold his own against the entire club.

A hush fell over the club, and everyone’s eyes turned to the entrance. Angelo waited for the retaliation, tensing instinctively. Fortunately, they were standing right next to an exit but something told Angelo that the Mafia King wouldn’t use it.

Nikolai strode forward after announcing his entrance, a trail of white smoke drifting to the roof. "Heard you refused my summons, so I came down in person." He announced, his tone light like he was paying a casual visit.

Someone in the far corner moved, it could have been a patron, it could have been one of the workers trying to alert others to what was going down but it didn’t matter because a flinch cost them their life.

In a matter of a few minutes, two people were already dead. Nikolai didn’t hesitate to shoot, his reflexes far too quick.

"Not going to offer me a drink?" He tutted, walking over to the bar to kick a guest off.

The guest was clearly drunk but the sight of Nikolai was enough to sober him up, he crawled away, prayers falling past his beer-stained lips.

The bartender was trembling so hard he nearly lost hold of the glass cup in his hand but he forced himself to fake a smile. "What would you like to drink, boss?" He asked ingratiatingly, laughing nervously.

Angelo walked forward now, he understood now why Silvia had never gotten a request to assassinate Nikolai, the Mafia King was ruthless. He got to the bar in time to catch the thoughtful look on Nikolai’s face, as if he was truly about to order.

"How about the house special?" He suggested lightly, his pleasant expression never leaving his face.

The bartender went pale, the glass in his hand fell to the floor, shattering ominously. His head was next, chunks of flesh splattering like glass shards from being shot point blank.

Angelo leaned back, he wasn’t about to wash his hair tonight, he would hate for blood and brain matter to get on it.

"I’ve got enough bullets for everyone," Nikolai spoke magnanimously, "I’ve got time too, if Bean doesn’t come out, I’ll give his club a new paint job."

There was still no movement from anyone but panic was beginning to seep in, the music had paused as soon as the stripper was shot, his colleagues standing frozen on their stages, not daring to look away from the harbinger of death that had walked into their club.

Angelo had to admit, this was a different change of pace than sitting and blinking all day. It was the first time he would be visiting a gay strip club, it was notably rundown, the clientele rough and dodgy.

No one had even spared him a glance, it was like being invisible, no one dared to take their eyes off Nikolai for even a moment.

Someone stepped up to speak now, he held his hands up as he walked over, the guns strapped to his waist in plain view. "Bean’s not in righ-"

His words were cut short, the lower half of his face a bloody mess as he dropped to the ground.

"Don’t say what I don’t want to hear," Nikolai spoke quietly but his words were clearly not for the dead club worker a short distance away but were instead for the rest of the people in the establishment.

Angelo understood now why there had to be a standby team for clean-up, if things went on at this rate, everyone would be dead before the sun set.

For someone who relied on stealth to carry out his missions, this over-the-top way of doing things was new to him. The other people seated at the bar had scrambled away when Nikolai sat on a stool so there were enough seats for Angelo to choose from.

If it were anyone else provoking an entire club like this, Angelo would have been out of the club after the first gunshot but he could tell that no one would dare draw a weapon on Nikolai so he was relaxed enough to sit in plain view of everyone else. freёnovelkiss.com

He eyed a glass of red wine behind the glass cabinets at the bar, wondering if he should grab a drink, it seemed like they might be there for a while.

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In the back rooms of the strip club, a mousy man in a gaudy pink suit was wiping the sweat off his balding head. Two muscled shirtless men were standing on either side of his chair, they only wore leather holsters, that dug into their shoulders and backs, emphasizing their musculature.

"You said this would blow over if I just ignored Mafia King Nikolai," He was complaining to the tall lanky man seated across from him.

The other figure in the room seemed resigned to his death, he was tied to his seat, already in a bit of a pickle.

"What else was there to do?" The lanky man asked dryly, "Was answering his summons any better?"

The mousy Beta looked right at death’s door, perspiring at a rate that was sure to dehydrate him. "Maybe I could have tried to plead for mercy..." His words were cut short by another gunshot, making Bean wilt a little more each time.

"Mafia King Nikolai doesn’t know mercy, we knew the risks involved in selling drugs in Haines. The moment we were found out, it would be death."

Bean somehow managed to shiver while sweating hard, he knew what Mafia King Nikolai was here for. The Mafia King could simply walk to the back and demand retribution from him, but instead, he was slowly picking away at his workers and customers.

He wished he could be as calm as Sergio but he really didn’t want to die, even the realization that he would only be delaying the inevitable didn’t make it any easier to get to his feet to stop the Mafia King in his club from turning it into a bloodbath.