Angelo went up to the penthouse by himself, taking the stairs. When he got to the top floor, he questioned his choices, his legs feeling like jelly as a result of the last two nights.
The bags were neatly kept in the living room and he patted himself on the back for choosing a room close to it. It wasn't that he couldn't easily move the bags, choosing a room close to the main entrance was more of a precaution.
After all of the bags were moved to a new room, he took out a set of clothes to wear, swapping his running shoes for black combat boots.
Angelo undid the loose knot his hair was in, but that was just to brush it out so he could braid it and wrap it into a more intricate knot. If he could pin it to place he would, anything to stop Mafia King Nikolai from putting his hair down.
He was sure that the main reason Nikolai did it was because it pissed him off, it wasn't like he looked much different with his hair up or down.
