Captive Mate BL Chapter 645: - - 645-

"The Mafia is dangerous for him," Jael decided to pad on to Rae’s lies. "We’ll set him up in a safe house in Central Area, get him a decent job."

The hesitance on Caspian’s face eased at that, "Oh, okay. I’ll... I’ll go check up on the kitchens."

Jael watched him walk off, oversized sweater sleeves rolled up. It had seed like there was sothing more he wanted to say.

"Do you prefer Ogas?" Rae’s voice ca from behind him.

Jael turned around to see that the kid’s sharp gaze was fixed on Caspian, who rounded a corner a short while later.

He just tossed the bundle of clothes at him, ignoring his words. "You’re coming out with tonight."

Rae caught the clothes, "Did you buy this for ?" He asked with a bright smile.

"No," Jael coldly shut down his fantasies, "They’re Caspian’s."

He didn’t ntion that they were definitely brand new clothes, never worn before.

Rae deflated, eyeing up Jael openly, "Can’t I wear your shirt instead?"

Jael didn’t answer him, walking off. He planned to ditch the teenage gang boss right after the event, he had no intention of entertaining him.

"Is that a yes?" Rae’s voice followed him down the hallway.

It made Jael stop and turn around. "How old are you?"

Rae took a step back, reluctance on his bandaged face. "Does it matter?"

Jael didn’t react to the obvious misunderstanding. He was simply asking because of what Caspian had said. Personally, he didn’t think the kid was that old, he didn’t look a day over 17.

He just continued on his journey, he could easily find out the truth for himself. And frankly, it didn’t matter, considering that Rae would be gone by the end of the night.

Rae leaned against the doorway and watched Jael leave. What did his age matter? He was smarter than all the old fucks he had ever co across.

Despite his thoughts, there was a deep groove between his brows, which wrinkled the bandage on the side of his face.

He glanced down at the clothes given to him, stepping back into the room after he could no longer see Jael.

Rae had quickly learned that the pretty Oga was Mafia King Asher’s mate. He usually didn’t pay attention to things that held no importance to him, and even though he knew that Caspian wasn’t a rival, the male Oga still irked him.

It didn’t help that he was so nice and generous. Did the Oga have even a single fault?

He went through the clothes, scowling because they were actually a perfect fit. The tags still attached to the clothes told him that he had been casually given a pile of expensive designer clothing like it was nothing.

He hadn’t bothered trying to get the male Oga on his side because it physically stung to look at that perfect face, and also because the mate of Mafia King Asher held no sway.

He was pampered, certainly, but he couldn’t rely on the Oga to keep him in the mansion.

Rae cleaned up, getting rid of the bandages before getting in the bathroom because his injuries had all been shallow cuts.

He wrapped a towel low on his waist as he stared at himself in the dresser mirror, a look of disapproval on his face.

The face his slut mother had given him had made his life slightly easier at the orphanage. At least it had gotten him food, clothes, and shelter, and he wasn’t given to the cheap monsters eager to leave bruises behind.

This was the first ti bumping into soone better looking than him, it was upsetting. His looks would have absolutely no sway on Jael with Caspian right there.

Rae’s scowl remained on his face until after he was dressed. He wore an elegant, black cudoroy jacket over a long-sleeve shirt and neatly cut, thick cotton pants.

It was the best clothes he had ever worn.

He drifted back to the mirror, his scowl softening slightly.

Ignoring the price of the clothes, each one had been carefully picked to be suitable for the weather, it made him feel itchy.

Either Caspian was fucking stupid, or he was rich and bored enough to pay this much attention to so stranger he had never t before.

A knock on his door pulled him away from the mirror and right to the door, hope bubbling in his middle that it was Jael.

The blindingly beautiful face on the other side made the light go out of Rae’s eyes.

He wanted to stay in the mansion because that was his best chance of getting close to Jael, but it was starting to seem like the only person it would give him access to was the pesky mate of Mafia King Asher.

"Are the clothes comfortable, Rae?" The Oga asked with genuine concern, bringing with him the scent of sugar and flowers.

Rae looked away to hide his disappointnt, "Yes, thank you."

Caspian brightened up at that, he could practically see the Oga’s blinding smile from the corner of his eye.

"Great, it’s ti for dinner, let’s go eat."

Rae swallowed past a lump in his throat, he couldn’t quite say what caused it. He walked quietly behind Caspian, his thoughts drifting.

He still hadn’t figured out a way to gain Jael’s approval, and he was running out of ti.

Frankly, he was way out of his depth, despite what he had said to his forr gang mbers, he also hadn’t expected things to work out this well.

Rae was way in over his head, Jael was intimidating. The Beta was completely detached from everything, he couldn’t figure out a way to get under his skin, he didn’t even think he could upset him.

It was such an intimidating power imbalance, he wished it upset him more.

"Is there anything you like to eat?" Caspian tried to fill up the awkward silence.

He planned to ask earlier, but Jael had interrupted him. It didn’t matter though, as long as it wasn’t a complicated al, it could be easily made tonight before he had to leave.

Rae was shaken out of his thoughts, he frowned. What he liked to eat? Who had the ti to think about things like that?

"I’m fine with anything," He gave a generic answer, paying attention to the Oga for the first ti.

He was a little taller than the Oga, Caspian’s pale blonde hair catching the lavish lights in the hallway. He wondered if he could get so information about Jael from him.