Saved by the Mafia

Slater

I met her golden eyes head on, no emotion on my face as I leaned my head back against the window again.

I raised an eyebrow at her. “The one and only.”

She blushed, her eyes averting and focusing on the table. The blush crept up her collarbone, and I had to keep myself from staring at her cleavage.

“Well, thank you for that, by the way,” she murmured.

I looked over at her. “Name’s Slater. Slater Lucci.”

Her eyes widened, and her pretty little mouth popped open to form a small ‘o’. God, you’re f*****g tempting me.

“Lucci?” She mouthed. “Lucci as in.. Donovan Lucci?” So she knew about my family. That’s why she looked afraid.

I looked over at her lazily. “That would be my pops.” I pulled a cigarette out of my pack and lit it. The waitress behind the counter opened her mouth to speak, and then thought better of it. I took a pull on it.

Her eyes landed on my lips for a minute before her blush deepened. That’s right, baby. I could take you on a wild f*****g ride.

Knock it the f**k off, Slater. Put your f*****g d**k away.

“So who was the guy?” I asked her plainly.

“What gu— oh,” she stopped, her eyes coming back up to meet mine. “I don’t know. I was walking and I took a wrong turn. He grabbed me out of no where. I got away and ran, but he chased me. And you know the rest.”

“What’s your last name, Evelyn?” I asked.

“Oh, um.. it’s Adair. My name is Evelyn Adair.”

I looked over at her, my eyes calculating. I gestured my cigarette towards her face. “Who did that to you?”

She casted her eyes down, avoiding my gaze. “Nobody.”

Oh, you’re a bad liar. “You just beat the s**t out of yourself, then?”

Her eyes flitted to my face and back down timidly. “No. It was an accident,” she lied. “Anyway, thank you for buying my breakfast. You didn’t have to do that.”

I ignored that. “How old are you?”

She blinked slowly, surprised by my question. “I’m eighteen,” she admitted. “How old are you?” Oh, she’s way too young for you, Slater.

“Twenty-six.”

“What were you doing walking in a bad area that late, anyway?” I asked, pulling on my smoke.

“I was at a pawn shop,” she said slowly. “I was trying to get my mother’s necklace that was sold there.”

Curiouser. “Why did you mother sell her necklace?”

Sorrow filled her eyes, and for some reason, it saddened me. It never had before. “She didn’t. My dad did. My mom is dead.”

A strange pain entered my chest. “Sorry.” I said simply.

She smiled a small half-smile, staring at her elegant hands. “Don’t be. I was only eight. It was a long time ago.”

That was my opening to find out what I wanted to know. “You live with your dad now?”

The small frown on her pretty lips and crease between her perfect eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed by me. “Yes, I do.”

Ah. So her dad was an abusive drunk. My hand twitched. My itch to go teach that piece of s**t a lesson was strong. But I didn’t need to get involved. The mystery of the girl was solved— abusive dad, poor home life. Despite how beautiful she was, I needed to let her go about her business. The last thing I needed was more complications in my life to distract me from work.

But damn, she looked incredible. Someone like her deserved to live somewhere like Lucci Manor. She deserved the finest clothes and—-

I redirected my thoughts when an image of her laying in my bed creeped up.

“Sorry,” she interrupted me. “But I’m late and really need to get going. Thank you again, Slater.”

My c**k twitched at the sound of my name on her lips.

“Where are you going?” I asked her.

“I have to go to work,” she admitted. “I’m a waitress at the steakhouse across the street.”

I was disgusted at the thought of her waiting tables to feed her father’s alcohol habit. “Do you always wait across the street from your job for two hours before your shift?”

She blushed nervously, frowning. “Sometimes. It depends on the day.”

Depends on whether or not it’s safe for you to be at home, I mentally corrected her.

“Really, I have to go,” she told me again. “But thank you. For breakfast, and for stopping that man the other night.”

I grabbed a napkin off of the table and pulled a pen out of my pocket. I quickly scrawled my number on it.

I slid it over to her, and her eyes widened. “In case whoever did that,” I gestured to her face. “Gives you any problems again.”

I shouldn’t have done it. I told myself I’d walk away. But she was irresistable. If I had to keep my hands to myself, the least I could do was give her someone to call if her pops went postal, right? That was innocent enough.

She grabbed the napkin and folded it up in her small hand. She looked up and smiled at me, a heart stopping smile. “Thanks. See you around.” I doubt that, baby.

I nodded at her and watched as she got up and walked away from me, mesmerized by the way her dress flowed around her creamy thighs. I wanted to stop her, yank her against my chest and kiss her plump mouth. But I just sat there, letting her walk away.

Once she was gone, I resolved myself. The mystery was solved. No need to get myself worked up over her further. I’d probably never see the girl again, and that was fine.

I drove back to Lucci manor in silence. My thoughts ran rampant, and I only spoke when I asked Rex to open the gate. I couldn’t get the sound of her saying my name out of my head.

But I had to. She wasn’t mine, and she never would be.