"So in light of recent events, we need to come to a mutual understanding. We both want our families to survive this, right? We want the same things, Everly."
I nod. "I can agree with this, but I have to ask. What do you bring to this partnership? The rumor mill doesn’t have anything beneficial to say."
"That's just the media. You know how it is. I will admit that in the past, life was a game for me. In recent years, I finally have something to challenge me." I roll my eyes at his comment.
I am the best. Just not with him. He’ll make me look weak. In this life, you can't be weak unless you want to get chewed up and spit out.
“And that is?” I ask.
“An enemy and of course the future of the French Mafia to lead.”
"What do you suppose we do moving forward then?" If he thinks this information is enough for me to feel confident in this partnership, he's dead wrong.
"We need to work together. As much as we are enemies, we make better allies. Our families are strong. We can win this war, but only if we work together. I knew you wouldn't love the idea. I told my father this."
Our server cuts us off by placing our food down. "Let me know if there is...anything...you need." She says with emphasis on anything.
"We’re good. Thanks, though," I say with an obvious tone of annoyance.
She walks away and Blake chuckles. "Is someone jealous?" He asks.
I laugh. "Not even a bit. It's just gross to carry yourself like that while working."
I collect some of my meal onto my fork and moan as the flavors dance on my tongue. The sound of a thud makes me open my eyes. Blake is wide eyed, staring at me.
"Everly, I might be in the mafia but I am still a man. I do have my weaknesses and that sound is one of them." I smile in response.
"I enjoy my food and refuse to not enjoy it thoroughly because you are thinking with your dick." He shrugs while scoffing.
Yet again, Ms. Desperate slithers her way over like a leech. The similarities of those two are not lost on me. "How is it?" She asks Blake.
"It's delicious , thank you."
She touches his arm and giggles. "I have a delicious dessert if you would like to try it. It's been made just for you." I groan in annoyance but they both ignore me.
Blake plays with a strand of her hair. "Is that so? Let me guess, vanilla cake?"
She blushes, "Something like that."
I just want to enjoy my meal, and these two are ready to tear each other's clothes off.
"Listen, bitch. I am trying to eat. I get it, low self esteem makes it hard for you to control yourself around powerful men but come on. Get yourself together and stop making a fool of yourself. You look desperate." She gasps.
"You're just jealous he isn't giving you the same attention. Probably won't even touch you anymore."
I laugh, like actually laugh. This girl is so done. "You're a joke. The man you're touching just got done eye-fucking me for eating food, this restaurant you're standing in is owned by my father, and that attitude you have is built on a lie. So I would appreciate it if you could stop eye-fucking him before I take this fork and shove it up your loose-" My words stop as there is a dark motion behind her.
Before I can register what I am seeing I scream, "DOWN." Just as there is an explosion through the air.
I look back to find the server on the ground in pieces. In unison Blake and I flip the table and use it as shelter.
"Eye-fucking?" He asks with a suggestive smirk.
"Shut up." I retort with a snort.
“Everly, the last thing I want to be doing is eye-fucking you." He chuckles, adding emphasis to the word eye.
I roll my eyes and shoot him a glare. We load and cock our guns in preparation.
