Breakfast with Don
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The car screeched to a stop in the middle of the driveway, and Zavi gruffly ordered, "Halt."
I glanced at him, confused. Why the hell did he have us stop here? He opened the door, got out, and then, through the window, I saw him light up a joint.
I sighed, frustrated. I hadn’t eaten in two days, and this is how he was going to punish me? He'd dragged me out of his mansion in this... slutty dress I hated, and now we were just sitting here while he smoked?
Before I could even speak, he opened my door, grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me out of the car. He shoved me inside, slamming the door behind me. His eyes didn’t even glance in my direction as he exhaled another puff of smoke.
Five seconds later, he barked at the driver, "Get out."
The driver quickly obeyed, stepping out as Zavi slid into the seat, slammed the door, and revved the engine. The car shot forward like a bullet.
"Is that really necessary?" I shot at him, annoyed by his bossy attitude. He spared me a brief glance, his cold eyes assessing me, before looking back at the road.
“You’re too cold to everyone. Why don’t you just loosen up and act like a normal person?" I prodded.
He blew out a cloud of smoke, growling low, "This is me. Get used to it."
He drove like a maniac, swerving around cars like they were nothing, and I was clutching my seat, praying I wouldn’t die before I could take down this Italian jerk. My head was spinning, and I quickly rolled up the window, trying to ignore the mess my brown hair had become in the wind.
"Just kill me already," I screamed, frustration bubbling over.
He scoffed, his voice cold, "You haven’t seen anything yet."
Punishment. That’s what this was.
My head spun as I felt the car slowing down. My reflection in the side mirror was pale and sickly, and I felt like I might collapse. I yanked the door open and stumbled out, coughing, desperate for air.
"You’re so weak," Zavi commented, disgust dripping from his words.
I shot him a glare, but for the first time, I actually looked at him—really looked at him. His slick black hair, icy blue eyes now bloodshot from the weed, the sharpness of his jawline... he was damn attractive. Any woman, slut or not, would be all over him. But not me. Not now.
He pulled out his gun, casually offloading it, reloading, and slipping it back into its holster with ease. Then he loosened his tie, as if this was just another day at the office. He was ready for something.
"Let’s go," his voice rumbled, and I found myself walking beside him, despite everything.
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The restaurant was beautiful. Fancy. Like something out of a movie. The thought of eating made my stomach churn with hunger, but I had to admit, I was actually excited for food.
We walked in, and people began to part ways, their eyes glued to us. Well, mostly to Zavi. They barely even noticed me.
A woman, tall with short blonde hair and a navy dress that hugged her curves just a little too well, walked up to us. Her eyes never left Zavi.
"Good morning, Mr. Colville. What a pleasant surprise!" she said, her smile wide and eager. Colville? That name didn’t sound Italian.
I was invisible to her—she didn’t even acknowledge my presence.
"Get us a table," Zavi ordered, his voice flat.
The woman’s smile deepened, a bit too cocky for my liking. "After you, sir."
She led us to a table in the back, by the window, her hips swaying as she walked. I noticed, but I wasn’t about to care.
When we sat down, her eyes were all over Zavi, and he didn’t seem to mind. He barely looked up from his menu.
"Can I get you anything, please?" The woman, Bianca, asked, her voice dripping with too much sweetness as she subtly pulled down her dress to show off more cleavage.
I couldn’t help but sneer at how obvious she was.
"Ask my date," Zavi said, his eyes still not leaving the menu.
Finally, she seemed to notice me, and she looked at me like I was some sort of inconvenience. "What would you like?"
I couldn’t resist. "A threesome," I said, and her face immediately froze in confusion.
"What?" she sputtered.
I leaned back in my seat, smirking. "A threesome—with you, me, and him."
Her face turned bright red, and her mouth opened and closed like a fish.
I turned back to my menu. "Are you ready to take my order now?"
She cleared her throat, quickly recovering. "Yes, ma’am. What would you like?"
I glanced at her, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Bacon, eggs, cheese, and vegetables, with cappuccino, please."
She wrote it down and turned to Zavi, no longer with that cocky smile. "And you, sir?"
"Croissant with coffee," he replied, looking at me with an amused glint in his eyes.
Bianca left, her mood noticeably soured.
We sat there, the tension between us thick, until a handsome young waiter arrived with wine. He poured it for both of us and left without a word.
I took a sip, savoring the taste. It had been so long.
I stared at Zavi, my curiosity piqued. "Why did you bring me here?" I asked softly, my voice almost betraying the curiosity I felt.
He inhaled deeply, his gaze hard. "I finally found you useful. You're not worthless after all."
I frowned, not sure what he meant by that.
Then, he got to the point, "But before we go further, I have some questions and you better answer me honestly."
My interest sharpened, "What kind of questions?"
"Do you speak Italians?"
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