The Mafia Boss's First Love

Chapter 07

From the side of the counter, Samara and Elijah stood facing each other. Their position wasn't too noticeable, so Samara wasn't overly concerned about one of her co-workers spotting them.

With a sigh, Samara crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on Elijah, whose intentions she couldn't quite decipher.

"Okay, Mr. Penelton, since I have you here—"

"—why did you decline the offer of transferring under my wing? Many associates like you desire such an opportunity to become an official member of Senza, but you just declined it?" Elijah cut Samara off, his words tinged with an arrogance that slightly annoyed her.

"Perhaps many do, but I am not one of them, Mr. Penelton. Yes, becoming part of Senza is a great opportunity; honestly, it would benefit me, but I don't want to be under you, Mr. Penelton, because you are self-centered," Samara stated directly, causing Elijah's brows to furrow.

"What the f**k?! Did you just call me self-centered?"

"Yes, you are self-centered, Mr. Penelton, and that's why I don't want to be under you." Samara's blunt reply was the first time she had ever spoken ill of Elijah's character.

"Remember the scene where Gustavo Moretti was about to do something to me, but you just sat comfortably on a sofa and watched that asshole do dirty on me?" Samara pressed, her reminder causing Elijah to stiffen as the memory of the scenario she referred to resurfaced.

"I refuse to submit to a leader like you, one who can jeopardize and watch his people get harmed. Let's say I'm just an associate and not a recognized member of your organization, but I still work for you. Yet, you don't have even one percent of sympathy? So yeah, I won't apologize for punching you because you deserved it. If you want to punish me, just do it, Mr. Penelton," Samara declared, about to leave when Elijah grabbed her arm, making her turn back to him.

"You called me a f*****g self-centered just because I didn't f*****g help you against Moretti's hand?"

"Was I wrong in what I said?" Samara retorted, pulling her arm from Elijah's grip.

"Thanks for the offer, but as I said, I won't accept it, Mr. Penelton. Besides, since you're already here, why don't you personally suppress the traitor in the organization who is currently in the club?" Samara said with a smile, leaving Elijah to watch her go, the word she had called him echoing in his mind.

"I'm a f*****g self-centered?" Elijah muttered as Casimiro and Taddeo approached him.

"Il Capo, what did you and Silas talk about?" Taddeo asked, still unable to get over his twin's comment that Elijah might be interested in Samara.

"Am I a f*****g self-centered person?" Elijah turned and asked the twins, who were momentarily speechless.

"I'm asking the two of you?!" Elijah snapped at them.

"Twinnie, you answer Il Capo's question," Taddeo told Casimiro, making Elijah turn to him.

"Did Silas call you that, Il Capo?" Casimiro asked, causing Taddeo's eyes to widen slightly.

"She did."

That woman really can't filter her words?! Is she just trying to shorten her life? Out of all the things she could say to Il Capo, she chose the insulting one. Taddeo thought, beginning to stress over Samara's attitude toward Elijah.

"Self-centered refers to a person who is overly focused on their own needs, desires, thoughts, and feelings, often at the expense of considering or caring about others. Do you think that sounds like you, Il Capo?" Casimiro explained and questioned, reminding Elijah of Samara's reason for declining his offer.

"You don't have to f*****g tell me the f*****g definition of it, Miro. Tss. She's wasting the f*****g opportunity I'm giving to her," Elijah grumbled.

It looks like Il Capo realized Silas had a point. Taddeo thought, glancing at Samara, who was back at her duty behind the counter.

"If you were insulted and didn't like what she said to you, Deo can punish her by death," Casimiro said, making Taddeo quickly turn to him.

"I'm the one who will punish Silas?" Taddeo pointed at himself, his twin giving him a poker-faced look.

"She's in your supervision, your associate. She didn't just punch Il Capo; she even disrespected our leader by calling him self-centered. That's enough reason to kill that disrespectful associate of yours."

"Twinnie, come on..."

"I know Silas is your reliable person, but she has no right to speak to Il Capo with such ill manners, she ha—"

"—that's enough, Miro," Elijah cut Casimiro off before turning to Taddeo.

"Persuade her to accept the offer, Deo. I'm giving you two f*****g weeks to make her change her mind," Elijah commanded Taddeo, who glanced at his twin, surprised that Elijah had let Samara off the hook again.

Taddeo was beginning to believe there was some truth to what Casimiro had said earlier—that their leader, the ruthless don of the mafia world, might be developing an interest in a woman.

"With all due respect, Il Capo, but why do you want Silas to accept your offer?" Taddeo couldn't help but ask, noticing Elijah's brow furrow.

"Just do what I f*****g told you. Besides, what the hell was she saying about some traitor in Senza that was f*****g here right now?" Elijah said, the timing perfect for Taddeo to give him Samara's update.

"Silas was referring to Saul, Il Capo," Taddeo said, making Casimiro turn to him.

"Saul? Saul Tieves?"

"That's right, twinnie. Your associate is here at the club to meet Congressman Dimaano. The reason, Silas didn't say, but she mentioned that Saul plans to betray the organization," Taddeo answered.

"Find him," Elijah ordered, and the twins left to search for Saul within the club.

Elijah walked back to the bar counter and sat on the stool he had occupied earlier, while Samara was in front of him, resuming her task of wiping glasses.

"I'm going to drink my cognac," Elijah said.

"Then enjoy, sir," Samara replied, shaking her head slightly.

"You mentioned that there was a traitor in the organization. Deo—I mean Taddeo—told me that you said it's Saul Tieves who plans a treacherous act against Senza. What kind of betrayal is Tieves doing behind my f*****g back?" Elijah asked Samara, who continued to wipe glasses.

"Why don't you ask him directly, Mr. Penelton? It would be better for his betrayal against you to come from his own mouth," Samara replied, just as both she and Elijah looked towards the far end of the club where Saul was situated, where the twins and Congressman Dimaano's men were already facing off.

The music stopped, and all attention turned to Casimiro, who was starting to fight with Congressman Dimaano's men.

Elijah rose from his seat, causing Samara to turn to him.

"I'll pay for the damages that will happen tonight in this club," Elijah said plainly.

"You own this club, Mr. Penelton. My manager won't be angry if a lot gets broken here tonight," Samara replied, making Elijah turn to her.

The club was now noisy with the commotion, the sounds replacing the loud music.

"I won't punish you for punching my face and calling me self-centered. But to avoid your death for disrespecting me as your Il Capo, you'll come with me tomorrow," Elijah stated. Before Samara could speak, he walked away from the counter to join Casimiro.

Samara frowned, watching Elijah's retreating figure.

"Did he say something before he left? I saw his mouth moving, so he was saying something to me, but I couldn't hear it because of the noise," Samara wondered, dismissing whatever Elijah had said as unimportant since she hadn't understood it anyway.

Samara merely shrugged and continued her work, while the chaos within the club persisted.