Captive Mate BL-Chapter 500: + - +

"No." Angelo gave a vague answer, "Why are you in an abandoned church?" He asked with equal parts curiosity and suspicion, having no choice but to hold a conversation with Nikolai still wrapped around him, restricting his movements.

He looked around as he asked that question, "...that’s been burned to the ground." He tagged on.

"I should be asking you that," Jael cocked a brow, studying Nikolai closely. He couldn’t see the Mafia King’s face but it clearly looked like he was the one clinging to the male Omega.

The male Omega clamped up, the conversation reaching a stalemate. Jael had only hung around this long because he felt like he shouldn’t abandon Nikolai if the Mafia King was about to get skinned alive.

From their dusty and sooty appearance, it was clear that they had come out of the tunnel. He decided that he didn’t want to hang around any longer, backing out of the room.

"Jael," Nikolai finally came to life as the second-in-command was about to make himself scarce.

Jael paused, looking over his shoulder. Nikolai looked mostly fine to him, he no longer felt entitled to intervene.

"Tell Asher to do a sweep of his ranks, there’s a lot of High Council rats around."

"Sure thing," Jael accepted, walking away. Even though he would be the one doing the investigation for a possible High Council spy.

"You know him?" Angelo bristled, he had been worried for nothing.

"Hardly," Nikolai murmured, his arms still wrapped around him. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Angelo didn’t find the strange Beta familiar but he did know who Asher was. If Jael was someone close to Mafia King Asher, it would explain why Nikolai had been so relaxed.

"We should also leave," Angelo sighed, the aches and pains rolling into his body as all of the adrenaline wore off. His head was throbbing something fierce, he probably should get that checked.

"Yeah," Nikolai agreed but didn’t move an inch.

Angelo had felt it was odd when Nikolai started getting clingy but he had let it go on too long to address it now. The Mafia King didn’t make any moves, he just messed with his hair and now found every chance to hold his hand or hug him.

Angelo was pretty tolerant, mostly because he truly didn’t mind it. It had also been too long since someone fussed over him, he was a little touch-starved... but this was getting ridiculous.

"If you don’t let go, you’re getting a knife to the side." He threatened coldly.

Nikolai pried himself off at that, like he genuinely believed Angelo would go through with his words, and it almost hurt his feelings.

Angelo huffed, upset now although he had been the one to chase Nikolai off. "We both need medical attention." He announced the obvious, leading the way out of the room.

Nikolai hung back for a few seconds, watching Angelo leave, the shadows beneath his eyes prominent. He would be fine even without medical attention and the pain was negligible so he usually just patched himself up.

He turned around to glance at the tunnel, a cold shiver going down his spine. His father had been dead for years, and the metal box had been completely crushed until it turned to a metal bar, there was almost nothing left of what had happened.

Nothing but the scars on his body and the memories that plagued him, but it weighed a little lighter as he walked out of the charred prayer room.

That endless sea of darkness had been infiltrated by Angelo’s worried face. The assassin curled up when he was comfortable, it was rather too easy to place him in that restrictive dark space, right beside himself.

Nikolai caught sight of Jael through a window, the Beta seemed to be waiting for them to leave first. He didn’t have any particular attachment to the eerie church so it was easy to do that.

There was already a car waiting outside. He bit a smile as he watched Angelo curl up as soon as the car started up. He hadn’t planned for things to turn out this way but he made arrangements regardless.

The explosives weren’t supposed to be part of the mission, and the drug gang wasn’t supposed to get recon and orders that quickly.

He should have known that they where working with the High Council as soon as that happened. Nikolai wasn’t bothered about the High Council, he was a little curious though about their intentions.

"Take off your coat," Angelo’s quiet voice intruded on his thoughts.

Nikolai was caught off-guard, but he was already taking his coat off before he processed the assassin’s words. "Cold?"

Angelo inched closer, ignoring Nikolai’s words. Knowing Nikolai’s inability to feel pain, he was worried that the Mafia King still had more wood splinters in him that he hadn’t been able to get out earlier... and he wasn’t wrong.

Beneath the black trench coat Nikolai wore, his dark blue dress shirt had even darker spots where he had bled, a few wooden splinters still stuck in his skin.

Angelo pried them out gently, despite Nikolai being unable to feel it, a frown on his face at how much the Mafia King had bled out.

"They’re all surface injuries," Nikolai’s voice came from above.

Angelo pulled away, "You should still have a doctor take a look at them." He cautioned, leaning back against the leather seat and wondering if he should drop by Silvia’s place to have her personal doctor look him over.

Nikolai didn’t refuse, leaving his trench coat off.

It was getting dark when they got back to the apartment complex, Angelo headache had faded but he knew he would still need to get it checked, preferably before he slept for the night.

Even though they were both injured, Angelo didn’t even consider not taking the stairs, heading right for it with Nikolai in tow. When they got back to the apartment, there was someone waiting stiffly in the living room.

Angelo was the first in so he was already palming a throwing knife.

Nikolai just calmly caught his wrist, a look of pride on his face. "Don’t kill the doctor," He said with an undertone of amusement in his voice. "We still need to get treated."

The skinny Beta shot to his feet, pale with fright and clutching a rather large suitcase. "M-Mafia King Nikolai," He stammered, shivering.

"He got caught in an explosion and passed out, give him a check up." Nikolai nudged Angelo forward, not bothering with pleasantries.

"R-Right away, sir," The doctor adjusted oversized glasses, making no move to get closer.

He was unnerved by Mafia King Nikolai, despite working for him but the male Omega next to his Mafia King downright terrified him.

If Mafia King Nikolai hadn’t stopped him in time, he would have been sporting a new knife hole somewhere in his body.

Angelo reluctantly put his knife away, still strung up taut after the afternoon they had. "He’s bleeding and he also got caught in the explosion, treat him first." He stepped to the side.

The doctor looked from one intimidating figure to the other, trembling. If it were in any other case, he would have obeyed his Mafia King’s orders without hesitation, but he really didn’t want to get close to the male Omega.

Nikolai’s eyes widened a fraction in surprise at that but Angelo was already walking off.

"I’m going to take a shower." He announced decisively before Nikolai could reply, going past the curtains that led to the hallway.

Nikolai had an inscrutable expression on his face as he approached the doctor he had asked for. "How would you like me?"

The doctor nearly dropped his suitcase, adjusting the frames of his glasses one more time. "J-Just take a seat anywhere, and i-if you can take your shirt off."

Nikolai was very compliant, doing as he was told. Despite how jumpy the doctor was, he was surprisingly calm in the face of his scars that was enough to put a look of horror even on the faces of hardened criminals.

His hands were even more steady as he cleaned him up, sewing him up when necessary and meticulously bandaging the cuts that didn’t need stitching.

By the time Angelo came back out, he already had his shirt back on. The assassin had washed his hair but hadn’t gotten around to properly drying it yet, his towel dried hair tousled and a little darker than usual.

Nikolai really wanted to run a hand through the black locks but he knew that he would truly be getting a knife stuck in him if he did that. He didn’t want to give the doctor more to do.

So he quietly ducked into the hallway, he also needed to clean up. It would be a hassle doing that with fresh bandages but he was still covered in soot and grime, and he couldn’t touch Angelo looking like this.

Back in the living room, Angelo calmly sat down. "How hurt was he?" He asked quietly, blatantly ignoring the fact that the doctor had kept a wide berth between them.