Captive Mate BL-Chapter 37: + - +

Nikolai was also not having a great day. A cold tangible aura seemed to surround him as he sat in his study and stared down at the Alpha that had been thrown to the ground in front of him.

Frank looked around frantically, trembling from head to toe. Jael had been surprisingly tolerant, all he had done was take back Mafia King Asher’s money.

He had wisely been staying under the radar, and he knew well that the Mafia King’s second-in-command letting him go had been a warning, if their paths were to cross one more time, he wouldn’t survive it.

So he had been playing by the books, his men didn’t even go around abducting people anymore, and he had even cut down the pickpocketing.

He was thinking of refurbishing his hostel and trying to earn money legally, his scrape with the mafia had been too close.

So what the fuck was he doing here? What did Mafia King Nikolai want with him?

"Curious about why you’re here?" The Alpha spoke, dark blue eyes stormy.

Frank really wasn’t, he had a feeling he wouldn’t like what he found. He kept his head bowed, saying nothing.

"Word’s on the street that you own the establishment that Asher’s property came from..."

Frank should have known, he really should have. Of course, it was the Omega that he had the misfortune of abducting into his life.

He lifted his head gingerly now, wondering if Mafia King Nikolai also wanted someone similar.

It would be next to impossible to do that though, to find a male Omega pretty enough to pull off being a woman.

But that wasn’t his plan. His plan was to convince the Mafia King that he would get right to searching for one like that for him, anything to escape from the monster’s clutches.

"I want you to tell me everything you know about her," Nikolai leaned back, cigarette smoke wafting up his face.

He studied the pathetic man in front of him, he was nothing special. Hopefully, the next words out of his mouth would spare his life.

Frank’s eyes bulged, that was the last thing he had been expecting to hear.

"Would... would you like one similar?" He tried carefully, praying that he was just misunderstanding the Mafia King’s intentions.

"No." Nikolai deadpanned, "I want her."

Frank was certain he saw the light then, his soul nearly leaving his body through his drying mouth. "I-I-I-I..." He started to stammer badly, his jitters getting worse.

Nikolai’s eyes narrowed at this, he expected the Alpha to start talking, hopefully telling him something good enough to be useful.

"Need some encouragement?" He offered helpfully.

Frank’s blood chilled at the frosty sensation of a gun’s barrel pointing directly at his neck. If he was shot there, he would be alive until he bled out, slowly choking on his own blood.

He shook his head tightly, he was probably already a dead man. Telling the truth now wasn’t even to save his life, it was to help him die faster and less painfully.

Of all the Mafia Kings to get involved with, he would easily choose the other two over the cold-blooded killer seated across from him.

"She’s... He’s not a woman," He mumbled, "I got him off the streets to sell off, he’s new to Haines, name’s Caspian Mendez." He said in a rush.

Frank expected some retaliation from his first words but he got nothing but deathly silence, his chest starting to hurt from the pressure in the room.

Nikolai’s face didn’t twitch once hearing the lowlife speak, his men had a harder time reigning in their reactions.

"And?" He prompted.

Frank blinked... and? and what? The Omega wasn’t a woman and he already belonged to someone else.

"That’s all I know about him, unfortunately," He admitted.

Frank was honestly surprised that he was still alive, Caspian had brought him to the heights of euphoria and then plunged him down to the maws of the devil. The Omega would never know how much trouble he had brought him.

Mafia King Nikolai waved a hand and that was all the warning Frank got before he tasted blood. He gargled on a flood of his own blood, struggling to breathe as air bubbles formed on his bleeding throat.

"Get rid of it, I just had the carpet deep cleaned." Nikolai languidly said.

The men took this as their cue to leave as well, leaving a puddle of blood and a matching trail in their wake.

Nikolai took a puff of his cigarette, deep in thought... just when he thought his day couldn’t get any worse.

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Jael eyed Asher in the rearview mirror as he drove them to one of Mafia King Davian’s clubs. The third King was the one to host the quarterly meeting so they would all meet up there.

He was sure that his boss’ blood was at least forty percent alcohol with how much he had drank. It was worrying because Asher only drank socially.

He had never seen the Alpha get drunk, and even now when he clearly should be, his eyes were still sharp, his balance perfect.

He had stopped prodding the Alpha to find out what was wrong, partly because he already knew, and also because he would rather not lose a limb.

Jael refocused on the road, it was just the two of them heading to Davian’s club, the usual procession that followed the Mafia King around absent tonight.

Nikolai would do the same and Davian would do his part by keeping his club completely empty for their meeting.

Very strict rules had to be placed down for the meetings to keep happening without bloodshed, and although it was a very recent addition, it had been pretty successful for a whole year.

Jael swerved into a parking lot, the space completely empty, not a car in sight. It meant that Mafia King Nikolai had yet to arrive.

Asher got out of the car, his mink coat around his shoulders, his piercings catching the lights in the lot.

"It’d be nice if everyone survived tonight," Jael quipped.

Asher let his dim gaze trail over the parking lot, slowly starting for the club.

"No promises."