Another waitress, Megan, sent Savannah an intense look, clearly hearing their boss's words. It was a threat without a doubt. No matter the fact that the girl didn't hear a thing, it was no use explaining it to him. He wouldn't believe her. But it showed her that whatever their conversation was about, it was supposed to be a secret and surely out of anyone's reach.
"I guess it is a bad time to tell you that Elio Conte is waiting for you outside?" said Megan, handing Savannah her bag.
Hell. The day was still not over.
"Has he waiting long?"
Megan shook her head. "He just came in and told me to remind you of it," she explained with a curious but also frightened expression.
For a very good reason. Whatever Savannah knew about the Las Vegas Famiglia she found out from Megan. Every single thing. Especially when it came to the Enforcer. Of course, she felt confused as to why the man was here. Savannah didn't felt like sharing, hoping that soon there would be nothing to talk about.
"Are you in trouble, Savannah?" she asked.
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm not. I have to go now. See you tomorrow," she answered waving at her as she moved towards the front door. Hunter, as well as Megan, followed her with their eyes. The owner saw Elio and the blood completely drained from his face.
Savannah tried to ignore them, focusing on getting through this meeting.
Elio stood by the passenger's door, leaning against it. When he noticed the girl a smirk creeped out on his face. It was probably his go-to expression and basically the most annoying thing for Savannah at the same time. However, she decided to hold back on that remark.
He was dressed in a white dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves and slacks per usual. For someone who took care of a dirty job for the mafia, he seriously liked looking elegant while doing it.
She shook her head, not wanting to think about what he might have been doing before coming here. Whatever it was, it most likely was either illegal or dangerous. Or both.
"Took you long enough," he commented, opening the door for her. His intense green eyes scanned her body.
Was he being a gentleman or simply making sure that she would go in? In his defense, that wasn't totally unreasonable since Savannah had actually thought about it.
"Sorry," she said, taking a seat. Her heart was beating almost as fast as that day when he was supposed to drive her home. However, this time they weren't going home.
Elio pushed the door closed, circled the car and got into the driver's seat. It was hard not to fidget as they drove in silence for a while. The man looked perfectly at ease, probably not realizing that Savannah was anything but calm. Her insides once again screamed how stupid she was to even get inside the mafioso's car. Her nerves amplified with each minute to the point where she couldn't take it anymore.
"Where are we going?"
The man shot her a quick glance before focusing on the road. There were many cars on the streets so she appreciated that he had no intention of getting them in an accident. He tapped on the steering wheel as she observed his sharp jaw, chin, and cheekbones tense slightly.
Was he nervous? Or perhaps annoyed with the question? Savannah really couldn't tell the difference, however, she couldn't imagine Elio Conte ever being nervous.
"I guess that after work you're pretty hungry, aren't you?" he asked, finally giving her a hint of their destination.
She nodded. "Yes."
In fact, she couldn't feel the hunger because of the knots in her stomach but she didn't tell him that. If he planned for them to go to some kind of restaurant to eat that might just be her blessing. There were going to be people around. She would be safe.
Elio glanced at her again and chuckled. "You really should learn how to relax. Your legs are working as if you were about to ride a rollercoaster, Savannah," he grinned.
Looking down, Savannah understood what he was talking about. She had an uncontrolled tic of shaking her legs, which she stopped altogether by putting her palms on her knees. "Sorry."
"And you apologize too much," he added.
She swallowed. "Sorry," she repeated, her hand flying to her mouth. It only made Elio laugh loudly.
"You said it more times in a matter of minutes than I have in my whole twenty-one years of life," he admitted.
"Somehow I really doubt it."
His eyebrow rose. "Do you?"
Did she? Would a man who didn’t take 'no' for an answer actually be someone who apologized to people? Someone who killed and tortured on a daily basis?
Perhaps she actually became ignorant by being in his presence. And that was dangerous to think.
Chapter Thirteen
Elio took her to one of those fancy rooftop restaurants that were way too expensive for her taste. That's why she had never been to any of them. She was glad for at least wearing a skirt today as coming to this place in jeans would be the mishap of the year. However, she still felt out of place looking at all those women wearing shiny or silky dresses that cost more than everything she owned put together. Especially in the company of a man who wore elegant clothes as well. She saw the looks some of the people gave her. As if she shouldn't have even thought about coming here.
And what the hell was she doing with someone like Elio? A guy who stole the show once he stepped inside; funnily enough from both men and women. He obviously noticed the lust-filled expressions and flirty smiles he was getting. As if his ego wasn't big enough. But Savannah doubted he realized that those same people who were so clearly longing for some kind of attention from him were glaring at her.
