Instead, he denied it. "I never saw the appeal."
Savannah glanced at the bed frame behind him, deep in her thoughts. She didn't seem enterally convinced. Rightfully so. There were things that Elio had to consider sooner or later, however, it wasn't the time for that now.
"Are you capable of being in a relationship?"
He regarded her. His hair was still messy and in the moonlight, he looked more handsome and human than she'd ever seen him. Her heart was beating fast because per usual she couldn't figure out what he was thinking about. She was so blunt with him about who she was and what she was feeling that it almost seemed like a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. It simply depended on his answer.
"I guess I'm asking you to trust me," he said "I'm not a good person by any standards and I cannot promise you that it'll change. But I want to be good to you. I want to be the guy you deserve."
Savannah had never before seen Elio look so vulnerable. That was because he wasn't supposed to be this way. His lifestyle had ensured to make him strong. And he was out of his comfort zone right in that instant, saying all the things he was feeling but never spoke out loud. And even if that might not be the proudest moment for people, they didn't know how uncommon that was in the mafia world. Savannah, herself, was still trying to come to terms with what it really meant.
He slid off the straps of her top revealing her perfect breasts. Her nipples came to life with a single blow of air. His fingers traced down her body as he slipped them beneath her shorts.
She was waiting for the tense feeling but it never came. Instead, she smiled darkly, closing her eyes to give in to the sensation that Elio's touch brought her yet again. Then he pushed her flat on her back.
Savannah squealed with surprise. Each time the man was somewhat gentle with her, he did something so unexpected that showed his need for dominance. He wanted to do more, harder and rougher. Even with as little experience as she had, she could see that.
He pressed his erection to her stomach as his lips crashed against hers; their teeth clashing. But he didn't care and bit her tongue lightly before doing the same with her bottom lip, a little bit harder. His hands dug into the skin on her thighs, hard enough to most likely leave marks.
"You are mine, baby girl," he grunted as he slid one finger in her pussy.
"Yours."
Chapter Twenty-Nine
For the first time in a while, Savannah came home from work earlier. Ever since Hunter had been replaced, she had more hours during her shifts because of the changes he’d made in the schedule. Especially since in summer they had more customers on a daily basis - regardless if it was morning, afternoon or evening.
She didn't mind the money, however, it made a huge difference in her personal life. Especially since she'd taken this rather misguided step of going to the gym where Elio trained. They kept in touch but didn't have much time to meet. And as stupid as it was, she missed his company. Now there was another person to dedicate her time and effort to.
It was almost four in the afternoon when she heated yesterday’s dinner and set it on the small kitchen table for her and Aiden. They were to spend as much time together as possible before Elio came in the evening after he was done with his meeting.
They’d fallen into a really weird routine where the man always came and stayed the night, leaving early in the morning. She went to bed next to him and woke up alone. Aiden always watched them wordlessly, however, it was clear that he didn't fully trust Elio. He didn't like him as he’d stated before.
Today the boy looked to be lost in his own space, barely acknowledging his sister. He acted as if on autopilot, which was unlike him. Savannah always tried to give him time to come to her if something was wrong. Which it most likely was. But pushing him to speak up was not the way to go. He would only close himself more. Even if she wanted to know. Parenting was still hard and she just rolled with what she thought best.
Many times she'd wondered whether there was something more she could do for him. The teachers in his kindergarten approached her about the subject of changing facilities. Aiden was advanced and they recognized it just as she did. They gave her many brochures of school that could be better suited. But they were all in different cities which would involve moving and putting the boy through a big change. As smart as he was, Savannah still wanted him to have a somewhat normal childhood rather than pushing him for more. To find a balance between being a kid and developing his talents. In moments like this, she wondered if it was the right thing to do. What if he actually needed more and she was the one scared of change.
Aiden scratched his plate moving food around without actually eating anything. His black eyes settled on the window behind Savannah. His distant gaze reflected he was mentally absent for the moment. He probably didn't even realize that he was supposed to have dinner.
Savannah waited, glancing at him from time to time, questioning whether she was doing the right thing by not asking. She felt like she was failing miserably and with Aiden's innate distaste at talking, he might withhold whatever was troubling him. She didn't want that.
Then the boy swallowed, closing his eyes before looking directly at his sister. He pouted. "I think something, Sav," he said quietly in
