Nikolai had only made the decision to reclaim his turf earlier that day, but as the sky darkened, the day coming to an end, he had already had audiences with troops of small-time gang bosses coming to confirm for themselves, for various reasons.
It wasn't just the gangs running downtown; even a handful of businessmen from the 1st District made an appearance.
Angelo didn't move from his spot, drawing curious stares. The casino hadn't even been rebuilt yet, and things were already lively. He rose to his feet and approached Nikolai when the umpteenth guest stepped out, at this rate, they might not get home until late.
"Do you want to eat out?" Nikolai immediately turned his entire body in his direction, reaching out to hold him.
Angelo stayed out of his reach, expecting more guests. "You don't want to eat noodles today?" He teased, leaning against the edge of the table.
A dark light flashed in Nikolai's eyes, "I don't want you to wear yourself out."
