It became even more prominent the moment Hunter involved his waitress in their business. Somehow it made all the difference in the world, and the man’s first warning had evolved to barely alive in a matter of seconds. Elio shouldn’t care about one stupid girl seeing him and realizing what he was going to do to her boss. But he gave a fuck for some unknown reason. Being impulsive and rarely taking into account the consequences of his actions had nothing on the rules he had set for himself.
Innocent people weren’t on his checklist; least of all women. He reminded himself. Shaking some sense into her about this cruel world wasn't his task either, yet he was glad that Savannah would come out of this bubble of naiveté that she had probably been living in.
With a long sigh, he stepped away from the owner. He looked down at his clothes. They were covered in blood just as he’d known they would be. His knuckles were busted and bloody from the sheer brutality of his punches. Elio was rarely careful when it came to punishing anyone because he loved it more than he probably should under normal, social life circumstances. But he was in the mafia. He was a Made Man through and through, enjoying each moment of dealing with others. Along with a rough fuck, it was his favorite pastime.
"Don't do that ever again, Hunter, because there's much more where that came from," he grunted, taking a cloth in his hands and wiped the blood off. As much as possible. There were still red spots that wouldn’t come off completely unless he showered.
Taking a good look at the man sitting on the chair in the middle of the diner, he smirked. It was his own fault for how hard Elio treated him. It always depended on his mood, but today it was all on Hunter. Seeing Savannah was like the nail in his coffin. So he could be glad that death wasn't his fate for now. The old fucker was making money that Gastone fucking needed so having to deal with someone else wasn't ideal. They couldn't be certain that another person would be as good.
As he opened the door he said, "And I meant dragging Savannah into this as well."
He left, smiling all the time. Until he spotted a familiar figure, pacing back and forth right beside his car. He rolled his eyes, cursing out the stubbornness of the girl. Savannah really didn't know when to let go.
Foolish little bitch.
When she saw him coming her way, dread settled in her eyes. However, this time it wasn't fear of him, but rather of what he had done with the owner. She saw his red hands, not being able to differentiate the blood on his clothes. In the dim light and with black material it wasn't visible. But his hands were enough to make her breathe so fast and deep that Elio could picture her losing her shit right in front of him.
"I told you to go home. Which word wasn't fucking clear?" he murmured, stopping right at her side. He leaned in a little bit as the girl was barely reaching his chest. Granted he was over six feet tall and Savannah couldn't have more than five foot two. Elio liked that. She looked even more vulnerable when he towered over her.
She swallowed her fears and looked at him. Revealing her tantalizing bright-blue ocean eyes that were filled with tears. Elio wondered how the fuck he hadn't noticed such unique eye color the first time they’d met. It was hard to miss, so why had he?
His smile faded. He was half-certain that as soon as she left the diner she would call the cops. Not that it would do shit but still. Being as worried as she was, he wouldn't put it past her. "Go home, Savannah," he repeated. "Your poor excuse of a boss is still alive."
She sighed out and moved towards the diner doors at once. As Elio realized that she wanted to help the man, he grabbed her arm pulling her back. She faced him once again. Fear of him returned to her expression. Whether he simply didn't want her to see the state Hunter was in or preferred the man to handle his shit himself, he didn't know. But either way, Savannah wouldn't walk into that place until her next shit started
He regarded her. "With all that fear towards me, I'd imagine that you'd fucking listen to me. Yet here you're fighting me on whether Hunter needs help or not. Go home, Savannah," he pressed, sounding almost like a broken fucking record. He wasn't used to repeating himself. Not to men, let alone to women. So to see that someone cared more about others than themselves was fucking refreshing. Just as much as it was annoying. And with Elio’s unhinged behavior, this situation could evolve pretty quickly into something disastrous.
The girl knew she wouldn't win because Elio wouldn't leave until she did. She looked at the diner and with a sigh started making her way home.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he shouted when she’d already left the parking space.
She turned around, confused. Wasn't she supposed to go home? Was Elio bipolar or something? "I'm going home."
"Walking?" he asked.
"Yes. I don't have a car and the last bus left half an hour ago," she explained. Besides, she didn't mind walking. She needed time to clear her head after everything that happened in the last three days.
Elio shook his head and opened the passenger door to his car. "Get in. I will give you a ride."
No.
There was no way that she would get into the car with a Made Man. Especially the one who had just beat up her
