It was Angelo's. He carried the assassin's knife everywhere with him, even Luis Caddel couldn't make him leave it behind.
He pulled away from the kiss reluctantly, Angelo's wide, trusting eyes staring up at him, salty tears tracking through tangy blood.
"I said kill, not fucking kiss, you fucking whore." Luis Caddel's enraged voice came from behind them.
Nikolai just tuned him out, cupping Angelo's face with his injured hand, unconsciously smearing more blood. "You know what to do, Angelo, you know how to save your mom, you always have."