Savannah;
Where: Tengu Sushi | Savannah’s Table When: 6pm, Post Lorenzo Death
There was one blond in Montreal that Julian had set his crossfire on. One woman, who by will or miracle, continued to evade him wherever she went. What higher power wanted her to live so badly, to play the hero to this broken city? Ever since Savannah Delore had entered the scene, she’d been a force to be reckoned with. Countless numbers of their own men had lost their freedom because of her cases, warrants had been issued and stock seized. Hell, even he had come under her radar- if it hadn’t been for a favor he’d be rotting behind bars. Most recently, however, Julian had noticed a strange change in the way their world circled. While someone like Savannah made perfect sense to be a target, their underboss consistently undermined the Pistris efforts to pull the trigger. The city will erupt, she’s too big of a hit, excuses excuses. SPVM’s darling continued to breathe while they were all under a microscope...
“Savannah? Savannah Delore?” By now, he’d been watching her movements well enough to find out where she’d been and be. Eyes and ears weren’t hard to pay off, not when a grand could make a difference in rent. When he’d gotten word about her arrival with some client to Tengu, Julian had lazily made his way over to the restaurant. It was impossible to hide the biting paranoia that ate away at him every time he heard her name. What did she know about Milena’s death? Was Henri selling them all out? What were they hiding? Feigned shock colored his tone as a smile pulled at his lips, Julian dragging a chair over to her full table. “I swear, we keep on missing each other-” He nodded, addressing the man sitting across from her. “Now Sav and I go way back, close friends, I guess you could call us- oh god, hold on, am I interrupting something? Don’t tell me you’re working right now.”
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