+Chapter 479+

Angelo woke up to an empty bed, he pushed his hair out of his eyes and spat out a few strands, narrowing his eyes at a certain Mafia King who insisted on him leaving his hair down no matter where they were.

Nikolai's absence wasn't surprising, it was relieving if anything because it meant he could put his hair up. It was already mid-morning when he woke up and for the first time in his life he was reluctant to get out of bed.

His body was still deliciously sore and Nikolai's scent lingered in the sheets. He lazed around for a few more minutes and then got out of bed, his hair already in a loose knot behind his neck.

Wearing nothing but a bathrobe, he walked to his previous room. It had been completely cleaned out, and Angelo couldn't exactly say when. He grabbed a hoodie and loose pants, and returned to the new room to clean up and change into proper clothes for the first time in days.