Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 190: The flight - I

It had taken some time for her daughter to fall asleep but arabella had done so wonderfully. It was hard to let go of her child especially when she was holding onto her shirt so tightly, that Evelyn had to pry her fingers over forcefully after she had fallen asleep.

Marcello was standing in the corner of a small bedroom, watching them carefully as he wiped the blood off his face with white towel.

Perhaps she would have to dye because blood is not getting out of that towel.

"I think she has fallen asleep, Evelyn." His voice was not above a whisper. "Stop with the procrastinating."

He was right.

She was trying to extended as much as she could and all she was doing was staring at her daughter’s sleeping face.

It would be better if she went in there rather than having Salvatore come in.

Slowly, after placing one case over her daughter’s forehead, she left the bed making sure to cover her child properly with the blanket and exited the room immediately and during the living room.

He was still there, patiently waiting like a wolf, ready for its target is to be at the weakest before he would sink his teeth in their neck.

"I’m here."

"I can see," He pointed out. "Sit."

She did.

Evelyn occupied the same space when she had been talking to Marcelo and Salvatore.

She had occupied the space that was the farthest from them.

"Arabella," he tested the name on his lips. "She looks different from you."

Evelyn remained silent. If he wanted an answer, the other person would know. However, this time he was making his conclusions.

"You are a blonde by birth, arabella is a brunette, however Aldo is a raven head." He noted with a nod. "Funny how there are no brunette heads in your family."

They were not. Except her mother, most everyone in the family had black hair. Only her mother was blonde in the family and Evelyn had taken that gene.

"Your entire family has blue eyes, a staple and then comes the Mancini family, who have green eyes. I wonder Why arabella was brown."

She caught onto it. "Mancini?"

He nodded. "Mancini."

There was only one meaning this entire conversation could have especially when he repeatedly talked about her line of the family compared to Arabella and then Aldo Mancini.

"Why do you keep saying it again and again?" She whispered, narrowing her eyes at him. "Why?" She asked again, making him chuckle.

"Why do you think?" He repeated expression over his face as if watching her was the best thing. "Why on earth would I think the name of Aldo mancini in this conversation?"

Her mouth dried up.

Everything pointed towards one direction and he did not confirm it making it more difficult for her to believe what was true and was not.

"Please, please Salvatore," she begged as the familiar stinging rose in her eyes bringing back the desperation. "Tell me why you’re taking the name of Aldo Mancini?"

He chuckled. "Why would I?" He leaned back in the chair. "Unless Aldo Mancini exactly what you are thinking he is. The father of your side child or at least a child he should a father and his clearly not. Did you fuck someone else that night?"

She did not. In fact she had never given birth to begin with but Salvatore never needed to know that.

"Aldo.." she whispered, nodding he head a little. She had never thought about it. After she miscarried, had never paid attention to the fact that..she had to find out about the father.

But what about that and why any longer given that she was never going to have to child?

"But she is not his daughter," he comment—stated the fact. "Where did you pick her from? A Dumpster?"

A place that was run by his mother.

"I don’t.." she shook her head. "Arabella is none of your concerns after. She has my name."

"And you have mine!" He roared making her jump back.

"Unless she has the name of Catherine Vancouver, then it’s fucking different. But she does not, now does she?" He spat, making her look away.

"It’s Evelyn Bianchi," She whispered in her defence.

"Evelyn Bianchi?" He repeated, scoffing after it. "Evelyn Bianchi she does not exist anymore. The one who exists is Evelyn Salvatore Alessandro."

Shit.

"Which means," he very softly spoke, "if she has the name of Evelyn bianchi as her mother in her birth certificate than it is void because I will be on she does not exist."

Salvatore knew exactly where to get. Each and every it was quick and precise and to the target. It did not stray, it directly where it was supposed to go.

Maybe, if she ripped the band-aid off and told him the truth, it would be better.

"Arabella is not my daughter, not biologically atleast. She doesn’t have her parents, she was an orphan when I adopted her, Salvatore that is it." She shook her head, "Please."

"Please, what?" He stood up and lazily walked towards her. He stopped once he stood in front of her, "pack your things and your doctor if you want. We are leaving at midnight."

Without waiting for her reply, stepped aside and walked out of the door closing it shut behind him, not even paying enough attention to the fact that there was a child in the room.

The door of her room opened slowly making Evelyn look.

"Mummy?" A hushed whisper was heard and a hesitant looking Arabella stood at the door.

The bright smile came on her face as she bent down and bekoned her child close, "Hi, love,"

Once she was secured her arms, Evelyn picked her up and walked into the room amoung Marcello exit it behind her.

She once again made arabella lie down on the bed, lying with her just like always. Her eyes moved to the child that clinged on her.

That was her love. Her reason to live.

While her daughter had peacefully caught on to her sleep, Evelyn had scrubbed every inch of the apartment trying to find anything of meaning to take away with them apart from their clothes.

Nothing.

It hurts to see that there was nothing of value that she could take with her that would mean something to her or her daughter. All the things she had of value was in her mind and a few of them were Arabella’s toys that mattered to the little girl.

Nothing was of value to them. They held not even a single thing that could give them any kind of thing, of sentimental value.

"Three suitcases, Evelyn," Marcello Whistled loudly, "four if I count the little bag of the girl. But are these really or are you hiding something in another building?"

Evelyn tutted under her breath. "Look at the apartment. Do you think I could have any more than this?"

Marcello hissed as if offended as if nodded.

Evelyn did not know if he had been ordered to stay here or had simply chosen to dance on her why she packed things away.

There was an equal chance of both the things happening. After all, he did love pissing her off.

It was around 10:00 in the evening and it was obvious that Salvatore was only going to return when it was time for them to leave or maybe she would directly meet him at the airport.

Must be why Marcelo was ordered to stay back.

It did not take her another second to guess that the best place he was taken to was Italy or New York.

She sighed as she made herself a cup of coffee. He was definitely going to take her to Italy, it was going to be the middle of the night because obviously since he had been underground he was not going to be seen directly with her.

Evelyn closed her eyes. Was even going to keep alive or was she going to be shot down the moment she touched Italian soil?

Preferably the latter.

If she ignored the pregnancy because at the end of the day it had ended in a miscarriage, Evelyn had to deal with fat that she had run away and she had not been found for two years or how Salvatore put it..

Whatever he put it with.

However he chose to put it.

"Come on, then," Marcello sighed from the corner of the living room. He had been watching her from the spot where he had stood behind Salvatore. "You need to take you to the airport."

"It’s not even 30 minutes past ten o’clock." She patiently replied. There was no running and Evelyn understood that.

"I know." He moved closer, but only a few steps. "But I have been asked by the boss to do so."

"So, Are you going to pick up the child or do I call someone?"

That was enough for her to understand the seriousness of the situation. They were no longer waiting around for anything.

Evelyn kept the full cup of coffee down and went into the room to pick up her child.

There was no possible chance of running.