Nikolai glanced over to Angelo to find him watching the scene calmly, it might as well be a show for all it was worth. He clenched his jaw and looked away, grimacing when he realized he had bitten through his cigar again.
Nikolai had never cared for anyone's opinion so why was he self-conscious about what Angelo would think about the way he carried out retribution? It didn't help that the assassin had been unfazed, not a single trace of wariness in those pale green eyes.
A patron rose to his feet, his movements were measured and deliberate, two others rose as well. Nikolai lifted a brow at this display, curiously watching. They didn't approach and they didn't pull out weapons, instead, they walked across the club to the door that led to the back rooms.
