Nikolai didn’t push further, amused. He waited until Angelo was done eating before leaving, his men waiting to take out the empty tray.
Angelo spent the whole day asleep so Nikolai didn’t expect the assassin to go right back to sleep, and even though he could have sat right in the room and watched Angelo in person, he was curious about what he would do in his absence.
So Nikolai made his way to the living room, lit up a cigar and tuned in to the cameras in Angelo’s room like it was a sitcom.
The assassin had risen from the table and was currently rifling through the dresser in the room. Nikolai wondered what he was searching for, noting the towel thrown over the mirror.
He wasn’t curious for long because Angelo soon held a brush, the assassin was methodical as he brushed his hair, starting from the tips all the way to the top of his head.
The tangles in the black locks were easily fixed, his straight hair shimmering like a curtain with he was done. Angelo tossed the brush on the dresser and looked around.
Nikolai held his breath whenever those pale green eyes stared right at the camera, it was almost like Angelo could clearly see him.
The Beta seemed satisfied after looking around for a bit, walking over to the other side of the bed where there was a bit of a clearing.
Nikolai watched curiously as Angelo got low on the ground, the Beta stretching and going through some exercises wasn’t surprising but it was fascinating. When he was done, he got on the bed and curled up, sitting in silence.
Nikolai watched him, the minutes bled into hours and the night got late. Angelo had said he had wanted to kill him, and it wasn’t a job he took.
He thought hard but couldn’t figure out what he could have done to warrant that. He usually kept his distance from Silvia and her employees, most knew better than to send an assassin after him and his men.
Right then, he really wanted to find out more about Angelo but they had an unspoken agreement. He would leave their knowledge of each other shallow and insubstantial until Angelo willingly said something.
Nikolai knew that Angelo would remain curled up all night, he had walked into the assassin sitting like that enough times to know it was a habit of his. He closed the laptop and left it in the living room before heading to his own room to get a few hours of sleep.
It was the weekend the next day, usually he would spend the entire day at his casino doing much of nothing, but now he had plans.
Davian drove them to the villa, the sun was setting, and the smell of the sea was prevalent on the open road.
Lake was strapped into the passenger’s seat, he had spent most of the flight sleeping but he was still groggy, jetlagged.
The beach house was a short distance from the sea, it had its own private beach behind the house, palm trees waving in the light of the setting sun.
There had been other similar beach houses on their way there but there was a large distance in between each house. It was clear at first glance that these weren’t rented vacation spots but owned vacation homes belonging to the filthy rich.
The villa was as big as the mansion back in Haines but they were already used to living in the mansion all by themselves so there wasn’t much of a difference.
They had driven through the village from the airport, and it was just as lively as the pictures on the internet had shown Lake. Most of the tourists didn’t have beach houses, instead they spent their time in the scenic cottages down in the village, their presence boosting the economy of the little island.
As soon as they got to the beach house, Lake dragged his mate to take a shower, ditching their luggage in the car.
"We can unpack tomorrow," He dissuaded Davian’s protests, "I just want to eat and go to bed."
Davian didn’t argue further, it was only them for miles, save for Doctor Perez who chose to stay in the village for a few days before joining them in the villa. It really didn’t matter if they left all their luggage in the car for the night or not.
They had stopped to buy some of the local cuisine while they were passing through the village. Plus the villa had been stocked up with food before they arrived, so there was more than enough to eat.
Davian was a little tense when Lake physically tugged him into the spacious shower but his fear were unfounded because Lake just wanted to clean up as quick as possible so he could go to bed.
It was the start of fall back in Haines so it was starting to get colder but the air was cool and dry here, the sun blinding at the height of noon.
They really hadn’t brought anything in but their dinner, so Lake wrapped himself in a cotton bathrobe, his feet bare as he got comfortable at the table in the room.
The off white wicker chairs surrounded a slender round table, and it was right on the balcony, showing off a view of the sea.
It was dark now, the distant crashing of the waves filled the background but it was quiet enough to be soothing, an albatross flying by and disappearing into the night sky.
Davian soon joined him at the table, Lake’s nose turning red at the spice in the food.
Davian watched his struggling mate with a smile, "Can you handle the spice?"
Lake sniffed, sauce smeared on his hands. It was a platter of sea food, as well as roasted fruits, it was really tasty, and not at all spicy, he didn’t know why he eyes kept watering. "What spice?" He asked self-confidently.
Davian didn’t push further, putting the glass of lemon water closer to Lake. "Don’t get it in your eyes." He quickly reached out to wipe his mate’s grubby sauce covered hands before the Omega wiped his wet eyes with them.
"Thank you," Lake mumbled, letting his clean his hands.