Chapter 577: +Chapter 577+
Angelo was already running out of patience; the stalker had completely derailed his plans. And although he knew that this had everything to do with the High Council, if he could get some information, that would be great.
"You’re going to die regardless." He helpfully told him. "You can make that painless or make it a nuisance for both of us."
The man in the parka gulped, starting to realize that he might be in deep shit. Seeing as the outcome was the same regardless of what he did, he pulled out his arms from his pockets, hoping to jam his elbows into the target and then attack with his gun.
Angelo didn’t let him get that far, puncturing his eye with a knife and then getting out from behind him. Pain worked as a great method of distraction, and while the stalker was still groaning over his bloody eye, Angelo had already shredded his parka.
The only person that would have been unfazed by that was Nikolai, it was why he was incapable of defeating the Mafia King in a fight. Although he had no plans to get into a fight with him in the first place.
The stalker panicked at the sound of the things in his pocket hitting the soft earth, lunging at the target. He wasn’t supposed to attack or injure the target, but adrenaline and fear mixed badly, prompting him to react on instinct.
Angelo dodged the punch with ease, it didn’t help the stalker that he was missing an eye... He closed the distance between them and made it two, the second eye lost to a vertical slash that showed the bone on the bridge of his nose.
He watched the stalker crumble to the ground, making animalistic sounds of pain. He sighed, there was no time to drag out an interrogation, and he would rather not get his clothes dirty.
The stalker’s parka was the only reason Angelo had gone for the eyes instead, it offered too much protection. With a double slash, he cut his neck open, his screams changing into muffled gurgles.
He stepped back and watched the man spasm and choke on the fountain of blood that quickly darkened his parka. Angelo didn’t put his weapons away until the stalker was dead, disappointment on his face as he rifled through the man’s belongings.
There was nothing there of use to him, nothing telling him what the stalker’s goal was. He had only a single gun on him, so he could deduce that his goal was definitely not to kill him.
Angelo felt slightly nauseous as he rose to his feet, not from killing or from the blood soaking into the dirt, but at the thought that the High Council had been hoping to use him to access Silvia.
The fact that the stalker had picked up his trail after he got to the 3rd District meant that they had narrowed her location down to the District, but then lost their trail. Although Silvia had said that they might reach out to her to get her on their side, Angelo couldn’t help but feel like they wouldn’t be that generous.
Especially as Silvia’s loyalties were plain to see, it was more that they wanted to get her out of the picture. Cutting down the allies of the Mafia Kings would be very beneficial to them.
His hand trembled a bit as he dialed up Nikolai; although the High Council going after Silvia more than likely had more to do with her friendship with Mafia King Asher than it did with him, he was still shaken.
The call connected instantly. "I wasn’t expecting your call." Nikolai’s familiar voice filled his ear.
It helped Angelo put himself together, keeping his panic out of his voice. "I ran into some trouble."
The slightly teasing tone in Nikolai’s voice instantly disappeared. "Where are you?" The Mafia King asked his questions in the wrong order.
Angelo relaxed further, "Aren’t you going to ask what happened?" He pointed out, hearing a door open in the background.
"Where are you, Angelo?" Nikolai repeated, his voice even colder.
Angelo gave in immediately, explaining his location as best as he could. He could already hear the sound of a car’s engine running before he got all of his descriptions out.
"Are you hurt?" Nikolai asked next after he had gotten the answer to his first question.
Angelo leaned against a tree, the cooling body of his stalker by his feet, blood drying on his hands. "I’m not." He answered simply. He had wanted to be sardonic, but Nikolai sounded uncharacteristically cold.
In a bid to reassure the Mafia King that he wasn’t actively bleeding out, he went into details about what happened, beginning from the very point that he noticed he was being tailed.
Nikolai asked a few questions in that cold, inflectionless voice, and he tried to answer them as best as he could.
If the High Council’s men had been waiting for him to show up in the 3rd District, it meant that there were quite a number of them spread out. Nikolai had told him to be on high alert in case the others nearby came to check up on what was happening.
Angelo hadn’t thought of that, he had only been keeping an eye on the gates in case a civilian wandered in or the security finally showed up to resume their post. So when he saw another figure uncharacteristically dressed in a hooded parka, he tensed up.
"I have to go," He said quietly, hanging up - unaware of how dangerous that was to Nikolai’s sanity.
Angelo wasn’t worried about being in danger; the other parka-wearing spies had no doubt only been informed about his presence in the park. Just like the first stalker, they had no idea what was waiting for them inside.
He glanced down at the body dead on the ground, he had called Nikolai mainly to ask if he could send someone down to deal with the body but he had never gotten to say that, not while Nikolai had practically sounded catatonic on the phone.
Angelo had no further plans to try to interrogate them, and he couldn’t say if more would be coming and how soon, so his move was to take them down as quickly as he could.