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“Still waiting on somebody, doll,” Luca says, waving a hand at the empty seats.
I scowl at him. He tilts his head, silently asking me what the issue is, but there’s no way I can explain it. I can’t tell him that hearing him call herdollsends violent, deranged thoughts into my head. I can’t tell him that nobody ever gets to talk to her like that.
“Thank you…” I lean forward and look at her name tag, pinned to the tempting shape of her breast. “Scarlet.”
Her cheeks turn even more the color of her name. She nods, turns, and walks away. I struggle not to stare. It’s not just how sexy she is. I mean, itisthat. It’s that big ass, made for caressing, for spanking, for owning. It’s her legs, making me think what she’d sound like if I stripped her naked and bit down on her curviness. It’s also just…her,like her soul is calling to mine.
“You good?” Luca says.
“What?” I turn to him. “Fine.”
“Do you know her?”
“Who?”
He tilts his head at me. My little brother can seem like a party animal to some people. They mistake his love of clubs and bars and women for a lack of intelligence, but he’s a perceptive man. He sees something. It’s not like he will instantly know I needed her the second I saw Scarlet. Ineedher. He’s not going to know that I’d kill and die for her already.
“What do you mean, who?” he says after a pause. “The waitress. Scarlet. Is she Family?”
“No,” I reply.
“Then why did you get so touchy when I called herdoll?”
“I didn’t.”
“But you did…”
“You’re wrong.”
“Okay, Elio,” he says, clearly not believing me. “Fair enough.”
A minute later, the leader of the Shanks finally appears. He’s a short man, around five-six, five-seven. He’s wearing a leather jacket, and his black hair is combed back with so much product it glistens in the overhead lights. He has a few men with him, but they take a different table like ours.
“Fellas,” he says, with a way-too-familiar tone. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Again?” I ask, my thoughts still on Scarlet, my world spinning over and over as I try to make sense of all this heat.
Luca glares at me. “We met at Dad’s birthday party, remember?”
Ah, right. Vaguely. A quick handshake. “Of course,” I say, forcing a smile onto my face. “It’s good to see you again…” What’s his goddamned name? It’s so difficult to think about anything else.
“Russel,” Luca says, walking around the table and shaking his head.
Russel. Russel Greene. That’s right—a two-bit criminal with an angry look in his eyes. He clearly thinks I should be kneeling at his feet. He hasn’t mentioned the fact he’s late, which pisses me the hell off. It doesn’t matter if you’re the president or the lowest of the low. If a man says he’ll be somewhere, he should be on time.
“Shall we get some drinks?” Russel says.
“Amen,” Luca replies.
“I’m fine with soda,” I say, taking my seat.
This gets another not-so-subtle look from Russel.
CHAPTER3
Scarlet
I’m in the bathroom, breathing way too hard, trying to get a hold of myself. I don’t know what the hell happened when I approached the table. Two men were sitting there, one shorter with black hair, and the other…
