Nikolai hopped in a car to be driven back to his penthouse. Clearly, leaving Angelo to his devices was a bad idea. He impatiently patted his knee as the car sped out of the casino's parking lot.
It was strange to be concerned for someone else, but was it really concern? Nikolai was slowly being driven insane by the loneliness, and very few people caught his attention, so he was merely protecting his interests.
He had carried the laptop along but he didn't open it, glancing at it occasionally like it drew him in. Nikolai's skin tingled, he might return to the apartment complex to find his men scraping Angelo's mangled remains off the concrete, but that just added to the thrill.
There wasn't a single boring moment with the assassin, it wasn't often he got to meet someone who was unfazed by what others would term as extreme and have their own macabre inclinations.