Breakfast with Don
The car drove out to the driveway and the devil quickly said in a gruff voice, "Halt,"
And the car came to an abrupt stop. I tilted my head at him, confused on why he asked his driver to stop. He opened the car and came down, and from the window, I saw him lit up weed.
I sighed, frustratedly.
I haven't eaten for two days and this is how he's gonna make me suffer?. He led me out of his mansion in this..slutty dress that I'm not comfortable with just to stop on a stupid driveway to smoke weed. I was more than frustrated.
I opened my mouth to speak but suddenly my door opened from my side and I was dragged out by Zavi. He opened the front door and pushed me in and then shut the door at my face, his eyes never meeting mine as he puffed more smoke from his lips.
5 secs later, he opened the driver's seat and commanded, "Get out."
His driver quickly stepped out and he climbed in and shut the door. He ignited the car and sped off.
"Is that necessary?." I mocked his all too bossy attitude. He looked at me, his icy cold eyes assessing me for a few seconds before settling his eyes back on the road.
"I mean..you're too mean and cold towards everyone. Why don't you loosen up a bit and act like your normal self?" I continued. He puffed out smoke from his lips and mumbled, "This is my normal self and you learn how to get used to it." He finished with a deep growl and I knew he was pissed.
He sped off like a lunatic, driving past any cars seen on the road. I clutched my heart praying silently not to die before I kill this shit-ass Italian's don. My head felt like it was gonna blow off and I quickly wind up the window. He didn't care to see what he was doing to me, and I was uncomfortable with my brown silky hair which had scattered all over the place.
"Just kill me already." I screamed at him and he scoffed and said, "You've never seen anything yet."
Punishment, he was punishing me.
My head felt dizzy and my hands shook as I felt the car slowing down. From the side mirror, I could see my pink and sick face. I opened the car and stepped down coughing and inhaling.
"You're so weak." He said, disgustedly. I glared at him, noticing how calm he looked, his slick black hair was combed backwards, and this is the first time I looked at him in a way. He was hot as fuck, his icy blue eyes had turned to circles of red, and I knew he was high on weed. Any woman, slut or not would have their panties drop at the sight of him.
He pulled out his gun, offloaded and loaded it back, he then slipped it into its normal position and loosened his tie.
He was ready.
"Let's go," His dark voice reel me in as I found myself walking beside him.
***
The restaurant was posh and beautiful. Oh my god!, I'm here to eat breakfast. The thought of it alone made my heart leap with joy.
Without even realizing it, people start to part ways with us, their curious eyes lingering on me the most, and their eyes could not stare at the man beside me.
A woman with short blonde hair wearing a skin tight navy dress with a low neckline makes her way toward us, her attention solely fixed on Zavi.
"Good morning, Mr. Colville, What a pleasant surprise!." I registered the surname on my head. Colville?. Doesn't sound Italian.
I noticed her smiling while moving closer to him. I was fucking invisible in her eyes. She never acknowledged me.
"Get us a table." He ordered her plainly, her smiles deepened, so cocky.
"After me sir," She mumbled.
We followed the woman to our table, at the back of the restaurant by the window. The extra sway of her hips doesn't go unnoticed by me.
As I settled down, I saw her eyes were all over Zavi and he didn't look bothered, it was something he had gotten used to. His eyes darted to the menu in front of him.
"Can I get you anything please?." The woman whose tag name
read Bianca asked like a professional slut pulling down her dress to make the top of her boobs visible enough. I looked so disgusted at her shameful approach to a male customer.
"Ask my date," Zavi told her, not looking up from the menu, great..she finally noticed there was someone else sitting. She looked at me with contempt and asked rudely, "What would you like to take?." Oh if eyes could kill…
"Threesome," I replied and she looked confused. "What?."
"Threesome with you, me and him," I emphasized, her face flushed red and her mouth gaped open.
I looked down at my menu, "Are you ready to take my order now?."
No reply.
I looked up and she quickly recollected herself and cleared her throat, "Um..yes ma'am. What would you like to take, ma'am?." She said with more politeness. Good.
I searched through the menu, "Bacon, egg, cheese and vegetable, served with cappuccino pls." I placed my order and she inscribed it down on her notepad. She turned to Zavi with less enthusiasm this time.
"Croissant with coffee." He said, giving me an amused look. The waiter turned around and left.
We stared at each other in silence, his eyes bled into mine as we waited for our order.
A handsome young waiter interrupted us with wine as he dropped them on the table. He poured mine and his and left quickly.
"Why do you bring me out?." I questioned mildly, taking up the glass to my lips. Once I sipped the wine, my eyes fluttered open at the taste, it had been such a long time. I had missed drinking, I hadn't taken any since they kidnapped me.
He went straight to the point, "I finally found you useful. You're not worthless after all."
I frowned.
He inhaled, "But before I go on, I will ask you questions and you'll answer me honestly." My eyes twinkled, what did he want to ask me?.
"Do you hear Italian?."