Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 172: Caught - II

Marcello had changed and there was no denying that. He appeared to be darker in his nature.

This was something Evelyn could judge easily because of the fact that she had gone to the same University with him. She had been in the same house with him for a few months and then had been in contact after she had gotten married with his brother which made it easier for her to decipher him and his behaviour.

From an easy and happy to go person, Marcello had changed completely into something that resembles his brothers and specifically the middle brother and his father who were in the business of the underworld.

The dark glint in his brown eyes that resembled his mother made him seem worlds apart from her and more closer to his father.

"He is just a friend, Marcelo," Evelyn whispered to him quietly, making sure that it would not be audible enough to Peter.

"Catherine," Peter’s eyes started between her and Marcelo who still did not leave the man alone. "Do I need to call for help?"

"Pray tell," Marcelo nudged him, "who is it that you would call for help?"

Evelyn gulped. There was no way that Marcelo did not notice what Peter had just said. Either he was going to tackle it now he was keeping it for later.

It was definitely the former because he turned around slowly and his face tilted to the side slightly as he asked with narrowed eyes, "Catherine?"

Evelyn gulped instead at him from the corner of her eyes without uttering a single word. She had no idea what to say and what was going to save her.

"I.." she felt silent after trying again. It was a miserable try. She had nothing to say.

Even if Evelyn thought of something to say, what was it that we could possibly say? That she had fallen down the stairs suddenly had landed all the way to London in a different continent from where she previously was?

Or she could say that she had been kidnapped and had escaped her abductors only to find herself in the streets of London.

"Hmmm," he hummed loudly and leaned back on the chair and folded his arms again in front of his chest. "You could certainly have chosen a better name. Perhaps something that defined you more."

What did he want herself to be called in London? Runaway bride? Or a woman pregnant by someone else and ran away from her husband?

Evelyn broke eye contact with him and looked outside the window right past her friend.

"So, Peter,"

Her eyes closed. There were no friends in this world especially of the opposite gender and Marcelo was certainly not going to believe it.

"I cannot say I have heard a lot about you," he fell quietly when a waitress placed a cup of coffee in front of him.

He began when she went out of earshot. "Would you mind telling me something more about you than your name?"

"Uh.." Peter glanced at Evelyn before he looked at marcelo to answer this question, "well I—"

"Ugh," Marcello spat in disgust as his face scrunched up in a disgusted expression. He placed his cup of coffee down with a loud thud making it spill over the table too. "People all over the world do not know how to make a cup of coffee. This is instant!"

Even Evelyn would prefer instant death instead of instant coffee.

"Continue," he waved his hand towards Peter urging him to continue or more like giving him a command to do so.

"Uh, I am a librarian." He gulped, obviously fearing the man was sitting in front of him in a well fitted suit, bulky and buffier than any man in this town, "I also sell books if any one wants them."

"Huh," Marcello said after some time. "I suppose Amazon could do that too. What do you do differently?"

Peter’s face and neck flushed and his mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for water. "Well..I," he paused for a second, clearly trying to think of what to say. "What do you do for a living?"

"I kill people and launder their money." Marcello quipped up with a smile on his face. His answer was instant as if it had already been on his mind. Unlike a lie that he would have to cook up, his answer was almost immediate making it seem like it was the truth which for Evelyn, it was.

Peter’s eyebrows shot up and they stayed there.

Evelyn shook her head softly. He had to do this in front of a civilian, an innocent.

"Peter," Marcello said the name of her friend for the past month like they were old friends, "Do you launder money as well?"

Evelyn closed her eyes again. Why was he doing this? What was the purpose behind it taunting him slowly?

Marcello could break their friendship within seconds but here he was prolonging it for as long as he wanted.

"What do you want?" Evelyn whispered to him. There was no expression on her face and she had long schooled the expression of fear into something neutral.

"I?" He pointed to himself with a mock expression of shock. "What could I possibly want from you.." he smiled, "Catherine?"

Perhaps, she should have chosen another name.

"You want something because you are here." She pointed out the obvious fact. "If you do not want something from me you have never come here, in the cafe, nor would you be sitting here with me making some idle chit chat."

Marcello chuckled and raised a slightly bushy bow. "Point noted." He nodded his head. "the previous as Eve— Catherine was not as observed as this one is."

Perhaps not. This one had someone else to look after in the previous Evelyn had other people to look after her.

They were two very different people and now they could never be the same especially with the little girl she had to protect.