Captive Mate BL-Chapter 489: + - +

Jael didn’t say anything more to that, reaching out to try the finger food that Rosie had grimaced at earlier.

He instantly understood why she had, "Fuck, no wonder these bastards are so pissy all the time." He muttered.

Rosie anticipated his reaction so she handed him a napkin to spit out the bite-sized poison he had just ingested, a smile on her face. "Let’s sneak out in half an hour."

"Gladly," Jael grumbled wiping his lips. He couldn’t even get rid of the taste with alcohol because all they served was champagne.

"Think I could convince a server to sneak me a bottle of tequila from the back?"

Rosie eyed the flutes of light gold champagne, she preferred cocktails herself. "This event center is owned by one of those snotty socialites. If a server manages to sneak you one, they’ll take him out back and shoot him."

Jael more or less expected that, resigning himself to his lot. He half expected the time to drag on but Rosie was perfect company, her witty remarks matching his.

Half an hour passed in no time, and he was following Rosie’s lead. There was nothing sneaky about the way she strutted right across the event hall, heading for the side door.

Jael harmlessly followed behind her, eager to go back to FluxCorp where it was quiet and notably lacking several judgmental stares.

Rosie seemed to know exactly where she was going, and she did make an effort to be subtle by not walking right out the exit. Although with the both of them walking off to what seemed like where the restrooms were, he wouldn’t be surprised if it raised some eyebrows.

He didn’t get the time to dwell on that thought because a couple hallways down, he had to wrap an arm around Rosie’s waist and pull her up against him.

Just as he did that, a masked figure came into view, a cold silver glint held snugly in a hand.

Rosie barely processed what was going on before a gun was going off right beside her head, the masked attacker dropping with a thud that was as muffled as the shot Jael had fired.

"Oh my God," She gasped.

Jael frowned, "Are you alright?"

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Jael whipped around at that, letting go of her to focus on the two coming over. He had to duck to deflect the knife coming at him, relieved that the attackers weren’t holding guns or it would have been a proper shitshow.

Jael used his guns like an extension of his hands, pushing the mouth of his gun against the chest of the masked attacker that had come for him, blowing a bloody hole through his back.

Rosie panicked when another masked man came at her, Jael still had his hands full and a sharpened blade was coming right at her.

Without the luxury of a reaction time, she pulled out her gun and whipped the man across the face with it.

Jael turned to her with a look of disbelief, two more dead men at his feet, the narrow hallway started to get piled up with bodies.

Rosie still held on firmly to her gun, her attacker groaning on one knee. "I don’t know how to use it." She said, frazzled.

Jael just calmly walked over and shot the man that had been dazed by Rosie, pleased that he had thought to strap suppressors to his gun. He had done it to be thoughtful, so Rosie wouldn’t notice when he took care of trouble but it had come in real handy.

"Keep holding it," He said to her despite her words, leading the way out after making sure no one was coming from behind.

Rosie nodded tautly, she knew that the attack had been meant for her, and she was going to make sure she told Lake first thing after her boss came back.

If Jael hadn’t been with her, she would have been seriously hurt or worse. Clearly they were making their stand by making a move against her, especially in the absence of Davian.

They got to the parking lot without incident but Jael didn’t relax until they got in the car, saying nothing when Rosie tucked away her gun. He doubted there were even bullets in the fancy gun, and if she wanted a blunt weapon, a gun was simply a terrible choice.

"You need to learn to use a gun." He said to her as he tore down the street. The attackers had been waiting for them to leave, it was clearly a premeditated attack targeted at Rosie.

"I plan to tomorrow. Patty and Caspian are coming along." She grumbled, her feathers ruffled.

Before this, she wouldn’t have needed to use a gun, but her boss and Mafia King had gone to an island and left her alone to run several companies and a Mafia House.

"That sounds safe," Jael said dryly, knowing that he would be spared the trouble if Patty was showing up.

Rosie found that she couldn’t make a comeback, considering that she was just in danger mere minutes ago. "You could come along," She suggested lightly, testing the waters.

Jael’s expression didn’t change, "It’s better if I don’t." Came his blunt response.

"So you’re just going to avoid each other forever?" She couldn’t help but ask.

Even though she had agreed not to try to play matchmaker, Jael and Patty practically worked together, they could be friends at least.

"Just until she gets over it," Jael answered straightforwardly, taking the topic casually.

"And if I get into danger again?" She pushed.

Jael looked away from the road to give her a look, sighing. "Fuck it," He muttered, "Sure, I’ll come."

Rosie’s smile was subtle, she was sick of the two of them stepping around each other, and after spending so much time around Jael, it was like having two of her friends be weird around each other.

She didn’t have any hope of them getting together, but they could at least be around each other without it being such a harrowing experience for them and everyone involved.

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Angelo woke up late in the afternoon, completely disoriented. He sat up and stared blankly into space for a few moments, his throat was parched, his hair a bird’s nest, his head full of static.

But despite all that, he was so well rested, he needed a good long time to get his thoughts running again.

This entire time, Nikolai was still seated in a corner. He had contemplated rousing the assassin several times, worried that he was dying, he had even thought about calling Silvia, but the reminder that Angelo was sleeping off years of exhaustion made him sit tight.

Angelo had suddenly woken up and then sat up, long legs splayed out, completely spaced out. It was a soft and vulnerable image.

"Sleep good?" He spoke up.

Angelo lifted his head and turned instinctively in the direction that Nikolai’s voice had come from. "Nikolai?" He called out the way he had done while he was still half asleep, his voice raspy.

"Yeah?" Nikolai answered easily, rising to his feet.

Angelo went quiet like he had just been making sure Nikolai was really there and not just a figment of his imagination.

"I’m going to get you a glass of water," Nikolai informed him, heading for the door instead of Angelo like he much wanted to. "Want to eat anything?"

Angelo wasn’t inclined to say any more, staring listlessly at Nikolai. "Fish?" He finally gave an answer, although it sounded more like a question.

An amused smile ghosted across Nikolai’s face, "Sure," He agreed, slipping out of the room.

Angelo flopped back on the bed as soon as the door closed, checking the time. Somehow the time felt odd, he felt like he had slept for far more than eight hours.

He stifled a yawn, content to lay on his back and stare at the ceiling, only sitting up when he heard the door knob turn.

Nikolai walked in with a tray, he placed it at the edge of the bed and opened a bottle of water, intending to pour out some in a glass.

He didn’t get far because Angelo snagged the bottle out of his hand and drank like a man parched, droplets of cold water falling past his lips and down his neck to disappear into the neckline of his hoodie.

"You might want to leave some space for food," Nikolai interjected dryly when Angelo reached for another bottle of water.

The assassin deflated, eyeing the water. "What did Silvia say to you?" He asked to distract himself, knowing that drinking another bottle of water would only have consequences.

Nikolai moved the tray out of Angelo’s reach, catching the assassin’s eyes straying to the condensation dripping down the side of the second bottle of water.

"To let you sleep," He shrugged, saying little. "I would have done that regardless."

Angelo curled up, resting his head on his knees. "I know," He said shortly, it had never been a matter of if Nikolai would let him or not, he had just wanted to carry his own weight.