The security man straightened up despite himself, there was something dangerously familiar about the Alpha in front of him, and the Omega didn't seem like he was in danger, it was more likely that he had put other people in danger with the bloody knives he held.
He grumbled and took out an old, cracked phone, tossing it over. "Make it quick, I ain't got all day."
Nikolai caught it with a hand, his other hand around Angelo's waist, keeping him close.
He never imagined that a day like this would ever come, a day when things had gone to shit and the first person he thought of calling was Asher.
The call connected instantly, "Report," Asher's grouchy voice came through.
"I'm not dead," Nikolai humored him, a trace of amusement in his dry voice.
"Nikolai? Where the fuck are you?" Asher's response was instantaneous, a brief pause as he considered the best way to tell the Mafia King that Angelo was gone.
