CHAPTER 602: -CHAPTER 602-

Eaton Ryder sat in silence for long minutes after his younger brother stormed off. He lifted his glass to his lips and then stopped, putting it back down to muffle a cough in a spotless white handkerchief with embroidery on the edges.

Despite the brutal rejection, Eaton’s eyes sparkled, his brief moment of weakness seeming to never have existed at all.

Sending some disposable thugs to raise up dust on Mafia King Asher’s turf, had been simply to remind them that the war was very much real, he hadn’t been expecting to strike gold.

With every new information of Asher’s perfomance, he seemed to regain more and more of his youthful vitality. Pale blue eyes tinged with a hint of mania, he folded his hands over his table, deep in thought.

Naturally, the simplest and most straightforward move would be the best to take. The Mafia King had never been a part of his plans before, but now he had been forced to reconsider.

Eaton planned to take this very seriously, and if he could, he would prefer to meet with the Mafia King in person, but that was out of the question, so he would send the next best option.

Shaun had to leave the country for a few days to attend to some important matters, but the Alpha would return in a short while.

He would have Shaun approach Mafia King Asher with a simple offer. The chances of success were pretty low, but there was still a chance regardless.

Mafia Kings were creatures of the dark, their morals ran loose, and they gave into their inhibitions without reserve... He planned to make a very good offer that Mafia King Asher would hesitate to turn down.

The matter of his younger brother didn’t linger long on his mind, having his men gather detailed information on exactly how Mafia King Asher had crushed the thugs sent to cause a nuisance on his turf.

He settled in to watch the footage over and over again, perusing the faxes without a break. The feverish light in his eyes never dimming, causing another coughing fit to overtake him.

When it calmed down, his eyes were back to being peaceful and benevolent, his expression serene as a knock on the door brought up his head.

Eaton calmly put away the papers, closing the laptop on his table as he prepared to receive his guest, none of the mania from earlier visible anymore.

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Nikolai leaned in for another kiss, gentle and restrained, reluctantly pulling away. "Stay by my side today." He requested.

There were still faint tremors shivering down Angelo’s slender back. Save for his discarded belt, almost everything was back in order.

His sweet, dark scent had bloomed with his pleasure, filling the room, cloying on the tongue.

Angelo nodded even though he wasn’t quite sure he could move at the moment. His first blowjob had been so casual, and Nikolai had referred to that as a simple kiss. He wasn’t too eager to find out what the Alpha saw as more.

Nikolai had to walk over to the door to open it, in a good mood despite the interruption. Fallon’s wary face behind the door wasn’t surprising.

He stepped back to invite the Alpha into his office, mentally applauding his subordinate for managing to keep a perfect poker face on.

"Drug routes are becoming dangerous, the war is making everyone nervous, so naturally some gangs downtown are trying to hijack some of the suppliers." Fallon went right to the point, blatantly ignoring the blaring sweet scent of an Omega in the air.

Nikolai cocked a brow, "Trying to get lucky? I didn’t think they had it in them."

Fallon relaxed minutely when it seemed like the elephant in the room was going to be ignored. "They don’t. They’re trying to completely cut them off, not use them for themselves..."

By this time, Angelo had slid to his feet, his movements languid, graceful. It easily caught Nikolai’s attention, Fallon slipping up momentarily.

The assassin clicked his belt back in place and walked right over, his calm expression giving nothing and everything away. Because while his expression was calm, his face was still suffused with color, round lips bruised red, pale green eyes heavy-lidded.

His long hair hung free, wild and tousled... it all added to the air of lethality that always surrounded him, taking nothing from the dangerous Omega.

Nikolai held out a hand as Angelo approached, dark blue eyes bright to the point of mania when the assassin easily approached him, letting himself be pulled into his arms without any reservations.

He wrenched his gaze away from Angelo’s drooping, slanted eyes in time to catch Fallon staring openly.

The Alpha quickly caught himself, clearing his throat as he hastily rose to his feet. "I’ll have men deal with it," He muttered, stumbling over his feet to get out the door before he sported smoking holes.

Nikolai smiled, it was a chilling expression, but he didn’t address Fallon’s newfound eagerness to die, feeling incredibly generous with Angelo curled up on him like the assassin did on couches.

"Don’t bother," He stopped the clean-shaven Alpha in his tracks. "I’ll handle it personally." He said, looking thoughtful. "A few examples have to be made."

Fallon still took a few steps back, there were still a handful of things he needed to report to his Mafia King, but right then, he considered writing up an email instead.

Mafia King Nikolai was in an undeniable good mood, and somehow, that made him even more dangerous than when he was upset.

"Sure thing, boss." He muttered out a generic reply, sticking close to the door, his gaze fixed on the carpet that had already been changed a couple times now.

He somehow managed to get the rest of the report out, deciding that he was going to stick to calls from then on out. If he was being honest, getting this position hadn’t been because he had been special, it was just that everyone else was too terrified to have to personally deal with their Mafia King day after day.

Yet the Omega looked perfectly calm wrapped around the dangerous Alpha like a scarf, he seemed to even be lightly dozing off.

After he was done with his report, Fallon quickly hotfooted it out of his boss’ office. His expression gave nothing away to the poor SOB that was up next to have a word with the boss.