I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74

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Georgia’s POV

He glanced over at me, his expression full of mean satisfaction. “He wasn’t very happy when he realized he was stuck miles from anywhere, in a bad storm, with no car and no way to call for help. Last I saw, he was starting a long walk back to town.” He smiled again, that cold, sharp smile. “Consider it a small price for putting you in danger. And for annoying me. God knows where he is now. Maybe he found a friendly bear.”

“Oh my God, Estevan…” I breathed out. I was horrified. But maybe… just maybe… a tiny, dark part of me thought Lucas deserved it. Just a little bit.

“Yes, really,” Estevan confirmed, seeing the look on my face. He reached over and let his fingers brush lightly against my knee. The touch sent a weird zap through me. “Don’t worry,” he said, “He’ll probably survive. Eventually.” His smile turned truly evil. “And he definitely won’t be bothering you again anytime soon.”

Okay, right. I reminded myself. This man is not a good guy. He was a beast. He enjoyed hurting people. But maybe, just this once, Lucas actually deserved it.

I sighed and turned away, looking out the window as the city lights started to appear. He drove with one hand on the wheel, that proud, arrogant smirk plastered on his face. Jerk.

By the time we reached the city center, my stomach was practically screaming with hunger. He pulled up in front of a fancy-looking restaurant, the kind with white tablecloths and snooty waiters. He cut the engine..

I didn’t move. I looked down at myself. My lip was still wollen and split. Bruises were probably starting to show on my shoulders and arms from the fight. My knees were scraped raw. I looked like I’d gone ten rounds with a truck.

He noticed my hesitation. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t go in there looking like this,” I mumbled, gesturing vaguely at my battered appearance.

He leaned across the console, his expression emotionles. His gaze swept over my split lip, the scrapes on my knees, the faint marks visible on my shoulder where my shirt had shifted. He reached out, his thumb gently tracing the cut on my lip.

I flinched, but he didn’t stop. He leaned closer and pressed a soft, impossibly gentle kiss to the corner of my mouth, then another to the bruise darkening on my shoulder.

“Alright,” he said softly, pulling bäok. “I have a plan. Wai here.”

Before I could ask what he meant, he got out of the car nd walked into the restaurant. I watched through the window as he spoke briefly to the manager, a man who looked very nervous.

Then, something strange happened. People started getting up from their tables, Waiters began clearing plates quickly. Within three minutes, the entire restaurant was empty except for the staff, who looked confused but hurried,

Estevan came back out and opened my car door. “Shall we

My eyes widened as I looked past him into the now-empty dining room. “What did you do?” I asked, completely bewildered,

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He offered me his hand, that infuriating smirk back in lace. “Simple,” he said casually, like he was talking about ordering takeout. “I bought it.”

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My mouth fell open. “You… you bought the restaurant?

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“Yes,” he confirmed, like it was the most normal thing in the world. He gently took my arm. “Come on. I’m starving.”

He led me inside the completely empty restaurant. It felt strange and surreal, like we were trespassing. A single table was set for two, right in the center of the rom. He pulled out a chair for me, and I sank into it, still feeling dazed.

He handed me a large, leather-bound menu. I kept my head down, avoiding looking around at the empty tables, feeling suddenly very self-conscious again.

I noticed the waiters and the chef hovering nervously near the kitchen doors, pointedly not coming towards

“Why aren’t they coming over?” I whispered.

“I told them not to,” he said simply, his eyes scanning his own menu.

“Why?”

He finally looked up, his gaze softening almost imperceptibly as he took in my bruised lip and scraped knees again. “Because you said you didn’t want people staring at you looking like this,” he answered quietly. He gestured towards the menu. “Now, what do you feel like eating?”

His unexpected thoughtfulness threw me off balance yet again. I looked down at the menu, suddenly ravenous. “Um… soup? Maybe the French onion? And a teak? Medium rare. And… maybe that chocolate. lava cake for dessert?”

He nodded, not questioning my choices. “Good. Sound perfect.” He closed his menu. “I’ll have the same.”

He stood up and walked over to the counter where the manager was nervously waiting.

I watched as he gave the order quietly, then spoke for a other minute, gesturing briefly towards our table. The manager nodded quickly, looking relieved.

Estevan came back and sat down. A few minutes later, a waiter brought out two steaming bowls of soup, but stopped several feet away from the table, looking hesitant.

Estevan simply stood up, took the bowls from the waiter’s tray with a quiet thank you, and placed one carefully in front of me before serving himself.

He did the same when the steaks arrived, and again late with the desserts and coffee.

He served the entire meal himself, moving with a quiet efficiency, acting as both my date and our waiter.

It was the strangest, most confusing meal of my life. Siting in an entire restaurant he apparently now owned, being served by the ruthless crime lord who has claimed my virginity less than forty-eight hours ago… it was surreal. And disturbingly… domestic.

The French onion soup was incredible, rich amputing

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