Angelo laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. Silvia had given him a room close to hers, the wallpaper was floral, and dark red, the furniture black, it was very much what he expected Silvia's home to look like.
It was pretty late but for the first time in a while, he couldn't sleep. Angelo didn't miss this, the empty, endless nights, the darkness that stretched on forever. A glass of wine would have been perfect at that moment.
Like it had been for the whole day, his thoughts constantly drifted to Nikolai. Their sudden separation reminded him of just how temporary their arrangement had been and how easily he could go back to not being a part of the Mafia King's life.
He laid down stiffly, his gaze fixed on the distant roof. It had barely been a day but he was back to feeling listless. The same listlessness he felt right after Nikolai agreed to let him go.
He didn't sleep all night, dawn creeping around the edges of his vision like the butt of a lit cigar in the dark room.
