+Chapter 435+

Nikolai finally slowed to a stop and pushed a door open, Angelo's vision was still limited but the smell of the perfumed room was hard to miss.

Nikolai let him down just as unassumingly as he had picked him up, walking off to graciously take a seat.

Now Angelo could get a look at the room, it was done simply. A sitting area in a corner with a television setup and speakers, and a minibar. There was a bed in the room, it was well decorated but it couldn't take away from the seedy atmosphere.

"Why are we here?" He asked suspiciously, forgetting his anger for a moment.

Nikolai had already made himself at home in the room like this was routine. "Drink with me," He invited and as soon as he spoke, a suited server walked in with a tray of drinks.

Angelo's alarms were blaring, he couldn't help but feel like the Mafia King was up to something detrimental to him.