Yes, Savannah was pretty, but so was the woman sitting on his lap. He fisted her hair once more, pulling at it roughly as he saw that she wanted to kiss him.
Fuck, no.
He wasn't a fan of touching beside the sexual approach, but kissing wasn't happening. Too many had put their dicks in there for Elio to even consider making-out with the dancer. Not every employee opened their legs for men, but she was one of those who did it countless times.
A heavy breath was mixing with the music from outside. "Have you forgotten what I've told you last time?" he seethed, furious that she still tried things that Elio had been clear about from the start.
No fucking kissing.
The girl stiffened, sucking in a breath. "What's wrong?" she asked, sounding unsure.
Elio shook his head, throwing the girl from his lap. It wasn't the day for fucking anyone, let alone her.
A knock on the door sounded, breaking the silence. Fabro came into the room. His eyes settled on the dancer, a smirk forming on his face. "We need to talk," he informed, however, he didn't leave.
"I'll be right there.”
Fabro chuckled, looking around. He came up to the armchair, leaning against the back.
"Go," he ordered the girl, harshly. The rudeness made her jump up. She hugged her body and quickly left without a spare glance in the twins' way.
Elio’s eyes moved to his brother, flashing in annoyance. Even though they were twins, they couldn’t be more different. Character-wise more than look-wise. While he kept his hair up most of the time, Fabro didn’t bother enough to do anything with his. Which usually meant that it was kept down and messy. That’s also how people could tell them apart. Also as far as their styles were concerned, Elio loved half-way elegant; dress shirts and pants, sometimes he switched things up mixing casual with formal. But just as with hair, clothes weren’t at the forefront of Fabro’s mind. He wore whatever was still somehow fresh and clean. Always sporty, unless they had some social gatherings to attend. It was weird since out of the two of them, it was Elio who had a more physical job, bound to get dirty from time to time. Yet he preferred to work on his look each day.
Not to mention how different their characters were. Fabro didn’t give a fuck about anything. He was focused on the Famiglia and earning money, then spending it all on parties. Elio tried to be more responsible, however, that was one of the only good things people could say. He kept to himself, letting out snarky comments from time to time; everything else was locked away.
A slow smile curved on Fabro’s lips, knowing that by getting rid of the dancer he got to his brother. Even if Elio didn’t plan on going further with the girl by actually fucking. Not this time.
“What the fuck is so important that it couldn’t wait until morning?” he murmured, pulling his pants back up. It was as much fun as he was going to get tonight. Most likely.
”What happened with Gordon? Did you get the money?”
Elio rolled his eyes. It was classic for Fabro to count on his twin screwing up the job. It never happened, but there was always hope in his eyes. ”Yes, I fucking got the money.”
”Then why the fuck were you late?”
”Why does that matter? I took my sweet time with the fucker. Unlike you, I enjoy more than just adding numbers and ordering people around,” he bit back.
They were never close as brothers should. Not even remotely as close as the Falcones were. From birth, they simply acknowledged each other’s existence but didn’t push it further to get to know one another, play together, or whatever else siblings were supposed to do. It just wasn’t on their list of things to do before they died. Blood didn't always make a family. It most certainly didn’t make them real brothers.
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After that, Elio spent his night dancing with girls and drinking with the guys. Till the early morning. Letting loose was exactly what he needed. However, he didn’t go back to the VIP room with any of the dancers to finish what he’d started. The girl clearly avoided him, turning around every time he came into her sight.
It was almost five when they decided to finally go home. Thankfully, Gastone wasn't in the club that night, probably being informed beforehand that the Capo was there, and until he had the money to pay he would avoid the man like the plague. That was another reason for Elio to keep on partying.
Surprisingly, he liked Flavio a lot. Him not showing up with his brother anywhere made people think that he was either retarded or just simply unbearable. Even though the Falcone brothers were always said to be close. However, rumors spread around quickly. So everyone knew that Flavio refused to be involved in the mafia business while their father was still ruling the Famiglia. He only changed his mind because Noah asked him to. He simply didn't give a fuck about underground operations. But then they started talking and even if a little cynical, Flavio was actually pretty decent company. Smart and composed.
The only thing making Elio crazy was that he was his mind was still venturing to the diner waitress. Analyzing her clothes, face and figure. Whatever he managed to remember about her appearance. He could even bet that his brother noticed his behavior but didn't want to mention anything in front of the Capo in case it was something the man shouldn't hear. After all, Elio had been doing business for Father before coming to the club. Even after confronting him, in his mind, there
