Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 164: A sentence of death - II
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
This was all going south and it was going south fast.
At the moment she had no idea on how to deescalate the situation because the man in front of her looked crazed in his hunger of vengeance.
The only thing that could satisfy that hunger to its full extent was him handing over Evelyn to his torturer.
Her husband.
And if he found out about Arabella then there was a high chance that none of them were getting out of it alive, especially her baby.
Arabella, her thoughts stopped there before the Instinct of survival flooded inside.
"I.. can’t leave the town.." she whispered softly. Then she took her chance.
Raising her knee and hitting between his legs and pushed him away as he toppled over. She made a run away from the rooms and into the left because that was the only exit that she knew.
Just as Evelyn had expected, hands came from behind and put her to a screeching halt.
"You have to pay for that one," he gritted into her ear and within moments she was thrown into an open room that might have been beside the one where she was staying with her daughter.
That was a very close one.
At the moment Evelyn prayed that arabella was sleeping.
She had been thrown face forward to the floor and her hands have thankfully blocked her head from meeting the hard floor.
Evelyn gave out a long breath before pulling herself in standing in front of her friend turned abuser.
His eyes did not leave her and Evelyn did not shy away from holding his eyes. She had nothing to be scared of, especially with the metal digging against the skin of her ankle inside her boot.
"What?" She whispered, staring at him. "What is it that you are thinking of doing? Just hand me over to him?"
Precisely," he nodded. "What is it that you think I should be doing otherwise evelyn? Because I will tell you this, handing you over to your husband will be the best decision I ever made in this life."
Shit. There was no way that he was going to change his opinion on this.
Whatever Salvatore had done had obviously caused some kind of huge damage to Giovanni, and the latter was not going to be ready to sell anything against it.
"You could have my money," she offered.
There was a hidden Swiss bank account that her father had left her and which was of the people’s and something that Antonio handed her personally.
That was also the same bank account that Angelo had opened for her which had the profit of every illegal business that her father had passed over to Angelo.
"Money?" He scoffed. "How much do you even have? 100 euros or 200 euros? Or maybe 10,000?"
"Five hundred million," she answered.
That was what her father had left her. She did not include the amount that she had received from Angelo because it must be obvious for Salvatore to keep an eye out there.
He scoffed, "Five hundred million?" He laughed at that.
"Fuck," he wheezed, "do you really think with an amount that big, you would be able to withdraw it without Salvatore noticing it?"
She pursued her lips.
Maybe, maybe not because that was the account that her father had left her.
Of course, corrupt employees and if they were not corrupt then Salvatore could blackmail them.
"Please don’t do this," she restored to the last thing that she could possibly do, "you have the power to fight him but I do not."
Which was the truth and there was a reason for her to hide it.
"You must be mistaken if you think I have a little bit of power over him," Giovanni shook his head. "No one has power over him. You could have but apparently you have lost it and that is as clear as day."
She definitely had and there was no denying that.
In fact at the moment it felt like there was never a moment where she could have actually had power over him.
"What do you want me to do, Gio?" She whispered, growing tired of it all and folded her arms in front of her chest. "Do you want me to beg in front of you? Do you want me to get on my knees?"
"And have your husband recognise the bruises on your knees and assume for the worst?" His eyes darkened as his glare grew harsh. "Are you trying to save yourself by getting me killed because I am not an idiot, Evelyn."
She was just trying to save herself without having a thought of what would become of him.
"Please.." she muttered helplessly, closing her eyes and raking her hands through her hair. "I can’t go back."
At her begging Evelyn could see something in his eyes and there was none other than amusement.
He was simply getting amused at what she was doing.
"Why don’t you tell me what is pulling you back?" He titled his hand to the side and pushed himself from the wall that he had leaned against. "Maybe if you could tell me what it is I could end up helping you with it."
Evelyn held the scoff in.
There was nowhere he could ever help her with it. If he ever got to know about Arabella then the first thing he would do was call Salvatore right now and tell him about the child.
"When you want to talk," he stopped right in front of her, "tell me what it is."
With that said, Giovanni turned away from her and stopped into the other side of the room where she knew the bathroom must be.
He went inside the door and closed the door behind him but she did not hear the lock. She also had not had the locked twist when it came to the front door.
Slowly moving towards the door, she helped the knob before trying to twist and pushed the door open but failed miserably.
"Shit," he had locked the door.
It was obvious otherwise he would have never left her alone in the room.
She was left with just one option now and no matter how much she didn’t want to do this, this was the only option that she had left.
Her Friend would never let her get out of this alive and even if he did that was only after he would hand her over to Salvatore.
Until then, she doubted if he would even let her get out of his sight.
She felt a headache built in.
This was not something she would do. In fact it was the last resort that she would have to turn to.
Evelyn could not do it. In her mind it was the biggest crime that she could commit but was necessary at the same time because she had to protect her daughter.
There was no other way of protecting Arabella out of this situation.
The first thing she did was find a tissue paper which was available in the small kitchenette.
She wiped the door handle where her fingerprints clearly were.
The next thing she did was, reach over to her shoe and pull out the small knife that she kept there. It was a knife cum dagger and she knew by heart how sharp it was.
It could easily pierce into the skin of any woman and that was what she wanted from this situation.
Holding the knife behind her back in a position that would give her the most benefit, Evelyn reached over with the tissue and held to the knob of the door to the bathroom.
It might be small but it was entirely covered up with steam as Giovanni was taking a hot shower.
He was washing his face and hair and Evelyn knew that it was the perfect time for her to attack. Otherwise he would know what was coming to him.
She walked inside to white bathroom floor very slowly and steadily keeping her eyes on him as her grip tightened on the handle of the dagger.
Just as she reached nearly enough for her to swing arm and hit him she stopped. He was still scrubbing his face.
The face of her daughter was slashed in Hanuman and she raised above her head before stabbing and plunging it deep in his neck right where it would kill him effectively.
"Ah—Fuck," he wheesed out she did not stop there.
She reattracted the dagger and stabbed him in the neck again in cold blood without having any expression on her face.
So much blood had come out of his neck that he eventually fell to the floor without having any fight. Neck was a dicey area and Evelyn had attacked that.
She did not die as he was still breathing erratically.
His eyes moved to her as he played out of his neck and his breath became shorter and shorter.
"I’m sorry.." a guilty whisper escaped her before she could read it in. "I am..sorry." She repeated but did not understand what she was sorry for.
