Page 25 of Savage
Stepping out of the shower, I dried off and towel-dried my hair. I found our clothes folded neatly on the counter.
“He folded them too?” Sayge asked.
Dar grabbed his clothes and brought them to his face. “Damn, my shirt feels brand new.”
My stomach knotted, and I wasn’t sure what to do with these nice gestures. It was almost as if he was trying to take care of us. Yet, that made no sense. I shook my head of needless thoughts and dressed in record time. Dar was right; my clothes did feel softer.
“Hurry up.” I rushed to the door and ran to the stairs.
“Someone is excited to see daddy,” Sayge purred.
My head whipped around. “No, I…He made breakfast. It would be rude to let it get cold.”
Dar and Sayge gave me knowing looks, and I turned away from them as my face turned hotter by the second.
We made our way downstairs, and the smell of bacon made my stomach growl.
“Fuck yes. Good dick and bacon. Feel like we hit the lottery at this point,” Dar said. He plopped down in a seat at the table. There were already plates full of biscuits, eggs, and bacon.
“You know you’re covered in red stuff, right?” Dar asked.
We knew it was blood. The smell of wet pennies was unmistakable. Still, what did it say about us, about me, that we weren’t running out of there screaming? He sat a plate of pancakes on the table, and my stomach growled.
“Yes, it’s blood.”
I looked up, surprised he’d answered us.
“What’s your name?” I asked.He probably wouldn’t say.
He brought over another tray of cut-up fruit. He might be covered in blood, only wearing an apron and briefs, but his hands were clean to his elbow.
“Elio Laureati.”
I stopped breathing.He hadn’t just said Laureati, right?
“Laureati as in the ma—” I was covering Dar’s mouth before he could finish his foolish question.
Elio watched us. “You should sit down and eat.”
We needed to get out of here.
“I think we should get going. I have to get ready for work, and I’m sure we need a good rest,” I said. My stomach took that moment to growl, and heat rushed up my face. Still, I was hoping he wouldn’t call my bluff.
Elio took a seat as his green eyes bore into me, and I felt exposed. I had all my clothes on, yet I lifted my arms and crossed them over my midsection. It did nothing to stop my stomach from doing flips. I couldn’t meet his gaze, so I chose a random spot on his face. His jaw was chiseled, covered in a light dusting of hair. His lips were thin, but they’d felt perfect against mine.
That started the snowball effect as my body and mind rebelled against me, remembering all too well what Elio’s hands had felt like on me and how he’d repeatedly brought me to ruin.
“Calvin, sit down.”
My back straightened as I was yanked from my daydream. I moved without thought as I took the seat closest to him.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
We shouldn’t be sitting down with someone in the mafia. This was bad. Only trouble could come our way. So much shit was adding up, and I’d allowed the idea of money to blind me to the fact that we’d walked right into a shark tank.
Elio captured my chin between his fingers, and I audibly swallowed as I was forced to stare into his demanding gaze.
“You are trembling in fear again. Like a rabbit. Why?”
