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I bring my martini glass to my lips and chug the entirety of the contents.
Savini raises a brow. "She's thirsty." He places a finger in the air to summon a waiter, and a second later, one appears.
“Another martini for the lady.”
“Actually,” I cut him off. “Can I have a Michter’s Rye, neat? Please.”
Savini interjects. “Pull a bottle of rye from my reserve. And…” He studies me for a second. “Are you a vegetarian?”
“No.”
He turns his attention back to the waiter. “Same thing I’m having for dinner, bring them out at the same time. That will be all for now.”
The waiter leaves without another word and Savini drains the rest of his drink. “You never told me your name.”
“You never asked.” The words slip out more arrogant than I mean for them to, but with the liquid courage now coursing through my veins, I’m back to my more confident self.
The corner of Savini's lip twitches like he might smile, but he doesn't. "Fair enough." He tilts his head slightly. "I shall call you…fawn."
“Fawn?” I lean forward, crossing my arms and resting my elbows on the table.
“Mmhm.” Savini mimics my move and stares right at me. “Walking in here completely unaware of the attention you’re commanding. Might as well be a deer waltzing into a lion’s den.” His gaze doesn’t leave mine. “Men these days don’t understand respect, let alone consent. A beautiful butterfly like you, they’ll pluck your wings one by one until there’s nothing left. It’s not safe out there for you.”
“And you think I’m safe here, with you?” I swallow the lump forming in my throat. Savini has no idea that I know the truth about who he is—the man that murders innocent people for a living.
At this, a sly grin finally forms on his face. “Oh, I’m the worst of them all.”
“Then why did you interject yourself earlier?” If he’s such a bad guy, why would he care about what some fuck boy is doing?
"He needed to be dealt with."
“And you think I couldn’t handle myself?” I clench my jaw, unsure why I’m so fucking defensive. Oh wait, probably because this is the same man that killed my brother in cold blood.
“I never said that.”
I part my lips to speak but am interrupted by the waiter returning with a bottle for the table. He holds it out to Savini and waits for his approval.
Savini takes it and the two glasses in the waiter’s other hand and then waves him away.
“That’s not what I ordered,” I tell Savini.
“No, but it’s better.” He pulls the cork out of the bottle and pours two knuckles worth into both glasses. Savini nudges one toward me. “A toast.”
“To what?”
“Never being underestimated.”
I clink my glass against his and take a cautious sip of the amber liquid. “Mmm.” I allow myself to indulge a bit more before setting the cup back on the table. “This tastes expensive.”
“But not everything that is expensive tastes good, don’t forget that.” Savini winks at me, and it’s everything I can do to not drive the knife tucked in my clutch into his chest.
He might have influence, power, and devilishly good looks, but he’s a monster and it’s up to me to make him pay. It’s just a matter of time until the opportunity presents itself, and I can finally see this plan come to fruition.
When I came here tonight, I never anticipated I would get this close to him. Maybe near him, but not sharing a pricey bottle of rye and sitting right across from his deceiving beautiful face.
“Just ask and get it over with.” His statement catches me off guard, like everything else that’s happened tonight.
“What?” The confusion on my face is genuine.
