Lev (Shot Callers 1)

I ordered her the biggest burger meal, supersized, and an extra cheeseburger, just in case she could down it. I doubted it though. She was positively tiny. Once the food came, I handed it to her, and she held the paper bag close to her chest as if she was worried someone would take it from her.

I waited. And waited. And waited.

My brow furrowed as I parked the car. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Her eyes darted here and there. She held her tongue for a moment before she uttered an uneasy, “I don’t want to mess up your car.”

The loud growl of her stomach was an objection if I ever heard one.

I reached over, opened the bag, took out the burger, unwrapped it carefully, and handed it back to her. She took it with shaky hands, closed her eyes, and took a big bite, chewing slowly.

She ate soundlessly. I opened my window, turned up the radio, and waited patiently. I couldn’t help but look over at her every now and again. She was so quiet. A few minutes passed, and I turned back to see how she was doing, working on her food, and my chest seized.

Her shoulders jerked daintily as she cried in complete silence, eating all the while. She must have felt my eyes on her, because she turned toward the passenger door, her back to me, as her breath hitched quietly while she wept.

This was one of those moments that did it to me. I was officially overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to do. I was clueless, and that caused irritation to well up inside of me.

I took the decorative handkerchief out of my breast pocket and held it between my fingers, nudging her gently. She took it, muttering a low, “Thank you,” then I stepped out of the car to give her some time to recover from her emotions.

Ten minutes passed, and I looked in through the car window to see the girl sitting in silence, her hands clutching the paper bag tight. Sitting inside the car, I reached for the bag, but she snatched it out of my reach.

My brows rose.

Her hair was becoming a problem for me. Her visible cheek flushed as she explained, “I didn’t finish. It was a lot of food.” She added hesitantly, “I’d like to take it with me if that’s okay.”

Who was I to object? I bought the food for her, after all. “Not a problem. Where can I drive you? Do you have anywhere to stay?”

She paused. “Yeah, um, I’m actually only a few blocks away, so I can walk from here.”

I was already shaking my head. “I’ll drive you.” She tried to object a second time, but I added inflexibly, “I insist.”

She stared at me a long while then nodded. “Okay. Turn left and drive until you see Café Alonzo.”

I knew where that was. I wasn’t aware of any housing in that area, but I drove anyway. Slowing to a stop, I looked out the window, unconvinced this was where she lived. “Are you sure this is where you live?”

She smiled faintly. “Positive.” At my frown, she quickly added, “It’s not much, but it’s home.” She turned to me then and did something I’d been longing for her to do from the moment I saw her.

Placing her fingertips to her cheek, she moved the hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear.

I was mesmerized.

She was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.

Her heart-shaped face looked too thin, but her mouth was small, full and pink. Her green eyes were large and expressive, framed prettily with long, dark lashes. She was pale, her skin unblemished. She had black makeup smudged under her eyes, but I could see the beauty she tried to hide from the world. And what a rare beauty she was.

Her expression soft, she avoided eye contact and dipped her chin as she spoke. “I want to thank you for your kindness tonight. Not many people would have done what you did.” Her rosebud mouth quirked into an awkward smile. “I owe you. More than you’ll ever know.”

Feeling mildly uncomfortable of her thanks, I turned off the car, ignoring her suddenly anxious expression. “Are you able to get yourself to the club tomorrow by seven? If you can’t, I’ll have someone pick you up.”

I would pick her up.

Her brow bunched and she bit the inside of her bottom lip, thinking. “I think so. I don’t have a watch, but I’ll make sure I’m there, even if I’m early.”

I pulled up my shirtsleeve, undid the latch on my Tag Heuer watch, and handed it to her. She frowned at me. “What…?” When I did not retrieve the watch, her eyes widened. “I can’t take that.”

I fought to control my anger. Gritting my teeth, I spoke calmly. “You can give it back to me tomorrow.”