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A slight breeze ruffles her hair as she steps out of the car, grabbing Vito's extended hand.
She sends him a charming smile and walks passed him, her heels, still dirty with the blood of a traitor, clicking on the floor.
The little bell above the door rings as they step inside the establishment.
Immediately a waiter escorts them to a table. "What can I get for you today, Ms. Novaek?" He asks "I think I'm in the mood for a pizza, do you think you could manage that?" The waiter blinks.
"We don't usually serve that but I'm sure we could make an exception" she smiles at the waiter and he smiles back, feeling like he just won the lottery.
"I'll have that with a glass of bourbon, thank you" he nods and turns to Vito "chicken Alfredo and a scotch, neat" the waiter leaves.
Vito studies the woman before him, she feels familiar, like an old friend and yet also strange, like someone you just met ten minutes ago.
For a moment they just stare into each other's eyes. The waiter places two glasses on the table and Vito blinks, still caught in her stormy orbs.
"Staring is rude" she quirks an eyebrow. He chuckles "so is leaving a man high and dry after dry humping him" Kitty gasps, throwing her napkin at him "I did no such thing!" He nods, sipping his scotch "sure" the sarcasm in his tone makes Kitty huff.
He can't help but notice how cute it is. "Well, whatever." She shrugs, giving up. "So tell me, how did you know Cristiano?" She shrugs again "I did business with him back in Peru and a couple times after that. The bastard was good at his job, I'll give him that."
Vito nodded in agreement. Their food arrives and Kitty dives in, moaning in delight. Vito stiffens, nearly dropping his fork. Fuck. He breathed deeply, clearing his head. Surely she knows what she's doing to him?
Never in his thirty two years has he been jealous of pizza. She wipes the corners of her mouth, looking sheepish.
"Sorry. Annie would have my head for forgetting my manners" Vito laughs "don't worry, it'll be our secret" she grins and keeps eating.
They talk while they eat. Meaningless chatter, questions, laughter and Vito swore he'd never loved anyone's laugh more than he loved Kitty's.
She tells him of her younger sister's mischievous plots and her brother who always gets the brunt of it. He tells her about his own sister, Francesca and how he misses her.
Conversation is easy and Vito finds that he loves her presence. There's something about her he can't quite put his finger on.
Vito's phone rings. He smiles apologetically, "I'm sorry, it's work" Kitty chuckles and waves her hand "I understand, go ahead" Vito stands from the table, and steps away, answering the phone.
Kitty watches his expression and demeanor go from irritated to furious in a matter of minutes and she knows their lunch is over. Vito abruptly ends the call and walks back over.
Kitty's eyes flicker to his clenched fists. She smiles softly and stands from the table. She calls the waiter over and places a hand on Vito's shoulder, feeling him relax.
"Thank you for the excellent service. Tell the chef the meal was excellent. We'll be taking our leave" the waiter nods before leaving.
Kitty hooks her arm in Vito's and they walk to the door. Vito opens the car door for her "I'm sorry about this" Kitty laughs and Vito is struck by her beauty "that's alright. I know you'll make it up to me" she leans up and kisses his cheek before getting into the car.
"Take me to HQ, please" her driver nods before driving off. The fire in Vito's eyes told her enough.
Vito Schnabel was about to raise hell.
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