+Chapter 472+

Angelo more or less expected that response, so he focused on getting the rest of the tangles out of his hair, his arms aching when he was all done. He tossed the brush on the dresser and started for the bed, the night robe parting to show his long legs with every step he took.

He got on the bed beside Nikolai, crawling over to the other side of the bed and rolled to his back with a tired sigh. Today had gone on forever, and although he had slept way more than he usually did already, he was sleepy again.

"Are you coming to bed?" He directed at Nikolai who was still seated at the edge of the bed. The Mafia King's presence in bed was crucial to him falling asleep so he didn't think twice about asking.

Nikolai's back went stiff, whipping around at Angelo's seemingly harmless words. He was coming to bed, tonight and every other night.