"The clients say I’m too shy and naive so I get very few patrons." She went right on, her voice taking on a self-pitying tone. "The boss says that if I can’t get more clients to hit my quota, he’ll sell me off at an auction."
Angelo bit down on his bottom lip, he had no plans of sleeping with the escort even if he felt sympathy but he wanted to try to help in whatever way he could.
"Then I’ll tell them I was very satisfied with your service," He said decisively. Being a guest of Mafia King Nikolai, his words should hold some weight. He couldn’t believe the aggravating Mafia King would actually be useful to him.
The escort beamed and placed her cup on the table, right before she threw herself at him.
This caught Angelo completely off-guard, he had a difficult time holding her back while trying to not spill his glass of wine on them both.
The door got kicked open in the middle of their silent tussle, a booming voice interrupting them.
"So this is where you were?" The Alpha sounded infuriated, his bloodshot eyes fixed dangerously on Angelo who was still partially beneath the escort. "I was kept waiting for some nobody."
The escort turned away from Angelo to hide her irritated expression, it morphed her face from sweet and cherubic, to the icy, cold prostitute she was.
"You know we deal on a first-come, first-serve basis. You’ll have to wait your turn."
Angelo was stunned, he had the escort’s best interest at heart when he offered to help her, he didn’t think it would get turned on him.
The Alpha slammed the door and walked closer, wrenching the escort off him to get a better look at the skinny Beta that had taken his favorite girl.
"I-" She started to say, worried that things were about to escalate.
She was pretty good at acting and that was why the boss sent her personally. With the talents they had at this club, they could even make a priest forego his faith, much less some random stranger.
"Shut up, Milani. I’ll deal with this freak and then attend to you." He said arrogantly, rolling up his sleeves.
Angelo’s hair was splayed out against the arm of the chair, and despite the scene in front of him, he calmly took a sip from his wine glass, waiting for the mouthy Alpha to make a move.
The Alpha never made the first move however, instead, he leaned in close to study Angelo’s face. "You know, you’ve got a real pretty face, ever thought of joining a brothe-"
He barely got all of his words out before Angelo was lunging at him. The Alpha caught his wrist with a toothy grin, "Now, now, I don’t want to fight anymore. Want to take this to the bed?"
Milani just stood off to the side, at a loss. How did things turn out ? Should she call someone?
Angelo fumed, he was so mad that there was a faint red flush on his face, too angry to form words. He smashed his now empty wine glass against the Alpha’s head and wrenched his hand free.
"Don’t touch me." He bit out, venom dripping from each word.
The Alpha wasn’t fazed by this show of violence, the delicate wine glass barely hurt, there were only a few faint scratches from the broken glass.
He closed the distance again and grabbed both of Angelo’s wrists. "Let’s call it an apology to me. For taking my favorite girl and smashing me over the head with glass."
Angelo could easily get out of this, if it had been a simple fight, he could have easily taken him down. But knowing the Alpha’s intention drained all his strength away, he couldn’t even pull his wrists free.
Milani decided that she wasn’t going to get involved. Seth was her best-paying customer, she didn’t want to get on his bad side. Besides if things went south, she could say that Seth threatened her not to call for help.
"I said don’t touch me." Angelo repeated, using all of his mental fortitude to kick the Alpha right on the balls.
His wrists were let go then and he didn’t hesitate to leave. Mafia King Nikolai was a asshole but at least he wasn’t interested in men.
Angelo didn’t get far before he was pulled back by his hair. He cursed Nikolai mentally for insisting he leave it down.
"You little bitch," The Alpha hissed, glaring down at him. "And I was trying to be nice."
He had a cruel grip on the soft locks of black hair, his hand holding Angelo’s face tight enough to hurt. "I guess you don’t want me to play nice..."
Angelo forced down the wine that had bubbled up with nausea when the Alpha slammed their lips together brutally enough to bruise. His head was in a deadlock, he couldn’t pry the Alpha off and he couldn’t escape from his cruel hold.
It felt like he was drowning, darkness slowly creeping in at the edges of his vision. His limbs went slack and although every fiber of his being wanted to get away, his body was refusing to listen.
He was so out of it that he didn’t fight back when the Alpha forced his jaw open with a hand, the scent of hard liquor filling his senses as an unfamiliar appendage slipped past his lips. So it was no surprise that he didn’t notice Nikolai’s approach until the Alpha that had him in a choke hold was squealing like a wounded animal.
Angelo stumbled backward, losing his balance and falling against the sofa. He had both hands wrapped around his neck although the Alpha hadn’t touched him there, his thin fingers were bloodless and he swallowed sporadically to keep the nausea at bay.
"Crying already?" Nikolai asked the Alpha, a cold smile on his face that didn’t touch the frozen landscape that was his eyes. "I haven’t done a thing yet."