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Not that I'm lingering by their tables. I'm hurrying Lucia toward ours. When we reach it, I don't pull her chair out, but grab her coat and help her into it.
Then with my left hand on her arm, I pull out my wallet with my right and extract a twenty to toss on the table.
She glares at me. "Oh, hell, no. You are not leaving that bad excuse for a server a ten-dollar tip." Pulling her arm from my grasp, she digs through her purse.
Holding up two fives and two ones, she says, "This covers it."
It's not an extravagant tip, but it's still twenty percent.
She grabs the twenty and hands it back to me.
"Keep it," I tell her, refusing to take the money. "You're not paying for the beer we didn't drink."
"Don't be a chauvinist."
"I brought you to the bar. I pay."
"So, if I invite you someplace, I get to pay?" she asks suspiciously.
I shrug. It's not something that has ever come up for me before. I don't date and the few times I have had drinks or dinner with a woman before fucking her, she never balked at me paying.
"Why do I get the feeling that shrug meansno?"
"Because you're intuitive like that."
"Don't try to charm me into keeping your money. It's not going to work."
I smile. She's the only woman, hell the only person, who has ever accused me of being charming.
"And keep those bedroom eyes to yourself. I'm angry."
"That is a challenge I am willing to take on." Once I have her out of this bar and away from the bratva soldiers.
She rolls her eyes at me, but pink tinges her cheeks and her breathing speeds up. Guiding her toward the door, I keep a watch on the men who are still talking.
Some of them are looking this way. Two guesses who they're talking about right now and the first one doesn't count.
Chapter 15
ATLAS
As soon as we get outside, I rush Lucia toward my X7. It automatically unlocks when my RKE is within a few feet so I can yank her door open as soon as we reach the truck. I grab her by the waist and lift her into her seat, then slam the door and jog around the SUV to the driver's side.
Pressing the button to start the car, I bark. "Seatbelt,ílios mou."
"I told you that's not on right now," she huffs, mistaking my urgency for a desire to get back to her apartment for sex.
Not that she's wrong. I always want sex with her. Right now, I want to get her away from men, who would kill her without a second thought, more.
"Now." I start backing out of the parking spot as the men come outside.
Boris is watching my truck like he's memorizing the plates. He probably is. It won't do him any good.
We don't register our vehicles under our own names. No one in our business with a healthy sense of self-preservation does.
Lucia does up her seatbelt. "Caspita. You could have waited until I was buckled."
Keeping an eye on my rearview mirror for a tail, I voice activate a call to my brother.
