Angelo's flat expression didn't change even when the airbags in the car were deployed, the car fully inside the building. When the dust settled and the airbags deflated, he got out of the car to deal with the rest of the stragglers who had been stunned by the car crash and the building nearly caving in on their heads.
Nikolai was a tad faster, the Mafia King's gun going off with deadly accuracy despite the impaired visibility.
"Are you hurt?" Nikolai gravitated to his side when everyone was dead.
Angelo just took his hand and led him out of the shack, watching silently as the rest of the building caved in on their car. "Now, how are we going to get to the next hit?"
Nikolai had the self-consciousness to at least look sheepish. "I'll carry yo-"
Angelo was already stomping off at his words, planning to take a cab back to Davian's mansion.
"It's just two streets over," Nikolai quickly corrected, stuck to his side like a magnet.
