Nìkolai stormed our way with his bloodshot eyes on me. By the look of his disheveled state, he was probably drunk and didn’t get an ounce of sleep last night. His suit jacket was wrinkled and his white undershirt was unbuttoned and tattered. I frowned, not liking the way he looked. Nìkolai always handled himself with prestige and elegance.
He was far from that today.
“Oh boy, he looks like he wants to kill me.” Elio smirked, making me giggle slightly.
He was right because Nìkolai’s fierce gaze was now on Elio.
“What the f**k is he doing here?!” Nìkolai snapped as he cowered over me. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, slowly feeling bad for him.
I could tell me leaving him was hurting him.
“All apart of my plan, baby.” His face softened as I called him that. He never left
