Angelo dropped the hair dryer, he had placed a chair in front of the window, although there was nothing to see except the layout of Mafia King Davian's yard. The walls were too high to see past them from the ground floor, the shrubbery backlit and swaying softly in the evening breeze.
He sat patiently and let Nikolai brush out his hair, the gift he had gotten still around his neck. He hadn't taken it off even when he got in the shower.
When his hair was all brushed out, he got up to eagerly grab the bag of jewelry, taking out the boxes without caring that he had all of Nikolai's attention.
The first box held a diamond bracelet, it was delicate, just like the necklace had been, the shiny metal a pale green. Angelo's eyes lit up at the sight of it, completely forgetting about the risk of the pretty jewelry being rigged with tracking devices.
