+Chapter 37+

Nikolai was also not having a great day. A cold tangible aura seemed to surround him as he sat in his study and stared down at the Alpha that had been thrown to the ground in front of him.

Frank looked around frantically, trembling from head to toe. Jael had been surprisingly tolerant, all he had done was take back Mafia King Asher's money.

He had wisely been staying under the radar, and he knew well that the Mafia King's second-in-command letting him go had been a warning, if their paths were to cross one more time, he wouldn't survive it.

So he had been playing by the books, his men didn't even go around abducting people anymore, and he had even cut down the pickpocketing.

He was thinking of refurbishing his hostel and trying to earn money legally, his scrape with the mafia had been too close.

So what the fuck was he doing here? What did Mafia King Nikolai want with him?