And there she was.
Savannah.
She sauntered through, proud and confident. She smiled an almost blinding billion dollar smile. Her tousled, dark brown hair was in a high ponytail as she came up to the men. The sun shined through the windows, glowing up her figure. With a warm approach, she started saying something. Probably insisting that they shouldn’t smoke indoors as the men quickly nodded, putting down the lighters. Then she turned. As her floating uniform flapped about rapidly she continued to serve customers. Other waitresses seemed to be in a rush, working gracelessly. Unlike Savannah.
Elio smirked, apparently not getting the memo that he should stay away. Him being here had one simple goal - to talk to the owner. Yet here he was, staring at her like a creep, without any intention to get his job over with and move on. He slowly reached into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Taking one and holding it with his lips, he put the pack back and lit up the end of the cigarette until it flamed a bright reddish color as he inhaled.
He wasn't a heavy smoker, however, he needed some distraction before going into the diner. It was almost ridiculous that he had all those stupid issues with being in the same room as Savannah. Not because he believed that she would freak out, but because he was fucking supposed to keep his distance. She wasn't his type. There was nothing that she could do for him. A quick fuck was the only good way of spending time with girls and hell would freeze over before Savannah reached the same level as the women who’d gladly satisfy him.
Also... the chick was fucking weird.
But so tempting. The way she carried herself, her living situation, was what got Elio interested.
"Pathetic," he murmured to himself. That was a good way to put his current situation into words.
With one final inhale, he dumped the cigarette on the concrete and stepped on it. Breathing out the smoke, he moved towards the doors. He could hardly spend half a day here when he was supposed to meet up with Flavio later for a quick fighting session. It was getting closer to the guy's initiation so he had been spending most of his time in the gym or with his brother, getting to know ins and outs of the Famiglia's business. Soon he would be an Underboss and if that wasn't good enough reason for Elio to focus on getting this shit over with, he didn't know what was.
As the Enforcer stepped inside, silence went through the room, making Savannah's eyes dash to the man. Judging by her shocked expression, she hadn't thought that she would see Elio Conte anytime soon. Possibly ever. Yet, he was standing in the threshold. There was a slight curve to his lips. It seemed as if he was smirking at her.
As she wasn't able to hold his gaze, she focused on the clothes. He was wearing grey pants and a black dress shirt that showed off his broad shoulders, the veins prominent in his forearms.
He walked up to her at the counter, ignoring all the people who apparently didn't know what privacy meant. And it made Elio want to go on a killing spree. But getting in trouble with his Capo for going against his orders, wasn't on his to-do list.
He glared at the customers, suggesting them to get a grip and focus on themselves. No one had to know what he wanted to say to Savannah. And everyone realized their mistake, going back to their previous activities.
Savannah bit her lip, nervous.
"What time are you free?" he asked, surprising her.
What the actual fuck?
Was he actually interested in seeing her after hours? Or was that just a question aimed at unsettling her? And why the hell were her cheeks flushing bright red as if she was some stupid schoolgirl getting attention from the captain of a football team?
Since when could fear could turn into shyness in a matter of words?
But she knew better than to act upon newly found emotions. Or perhaps not. No one really said 'no' to a Made Man, did they?
Savannah shook her head, answering his un-asked yet question. She would most certainly not meet him. Then her words followed the actual question. "I finish work at four."
"I will pick you up then." He completely ignored her unwillingness.
The realization made her heart pick up the pace. Suddenly it felt as if it was too hot in the diner although the temperature was controlled with a thermostat and hadn't been changed.
"I can't. I have other engagements later."
And it wasn't a lie. She wanted to make up to Aiden for the last week that she had been working late nights and take him for some ice creams and a movie. She’d already promised him that and wouldn't go back on her word.
Elio sucked in his breath. "Did you hear a question? Because I'm almost certain I just stated a fact, Savannah."
If there was one thing the girl could take away from the few encounters she had with the mafioso, he had poor social skills. Towards her at least. Too confident and an asshole who couldn't take a hint. He didn't fucking care.
"I'm being serious. I can’t," she tried once more.
The man came up to the counter, leaning against it; their faces were just a couple of inches apart. He scratched his chin, exhibiting his five o'clock shadow that hadn't been there before. Savannah could swear that Elio was clean-shaven. But this look added a few years to his age. Not to mention that he was even more handsome like that.
He was so close that his spicy and minty scent intensified, making the girl dizzy. It suited him so much that she believed the next refusal wouldn't come out of her mouth.
"Then when can you
