Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 192: The flight - III

Her eyes strained after him as he walked out of the four contested seats and into the end of the plane.

She had to follow him. Being a minute or too late was still better than not arriving at all.

The moment Evelyn stood up, she realized all of a sudden that the four seats were quite spacey, in fact it was his presence that was making it congested for her.

At the moment she will feel some kind of freshness in the air now that he is gone. The heaviness in it was gone.

Without spending a moment waiting for him to come back or deciding to stay there, Evelyn followed him into the end of the plane only to come face to face to a door.

He was asking her to come inside some kind of washroom now, was he?

But even if he was, she was in a position to say no to him.

So, Evelyn did the best thing she could do at this point. She knocked on the door before turning to know when entering inside.

It was another sitting room and by judging how big the private jet looked from the outside it was obvious that there were many rooms she was not aware of.

It was darker in appearance as compared to sitting in the front. The lights were definitely dimmed in fact it looked like they had been turned off and the only glow provided in the entire room was from the table.

"Don?" She whispered in greeting, slightly questioning nature because he was staring into nothingness while sitting right in front of the door on the couch that could fit 3 people.

"Come in," he spoke and Evelyn entered, "close the door behind you."

Her step faltered for a moment before Evelyn nodded and closed the door behind her. She entered the room and stood in front of him before he finally lowered his eyes from the ceiling and stared directly at her face.

"What do you think of the child, Evelyn?"

The impassive face, the neutral eyes and the constant baritone of a voice. These qualities made it difficult for her to understand who was talking to her at this point. Was it the don of the organization to her husband?

Perhaps it was the Don of the organization who was her husband.

"Her name is Arabella." She gulped. "She is my daughter."

"How so?" He chuckled, amusement he felt came to light. "How is it that you have a child without me? My contribution?"

She stayed silent with her eyes lowered to the floor.

"So you have a child who does not have my name on her birth certificate and has no contribution of mine? No facial contributions either so that people can know that she is not my daughter but someone else’s?"

Evelyn gulped. "What do you want in exchange of.." she couldn’t say it.

"Speak Evelyn," he proved. "You have been walking away from me for the past two years. You apparently have a lot more courage than this."

She gulped. " What is it that you want in exchange for letting me keep arabella?"

He scoffed before turning his head and leaning over the edge of the couch, facing the roof of the jet.

"What is it that you can give me at this point? Money; you do not even have one fourth of my net worth, so what else can you give me? Because at the moment you should be worried about the fact that I can kill you and get away with it."

He lowered his face and once again his eyes met hers. The dark, malicious eyes that had seen and commited every torture in the world.

"Earn your keep, Evelyn." He declared and she felt her legs shake. "Earn your keep and your daughter’s."

Of course he was going to make them earn their keep. Salvatore was not even going to give them a dead carcass for free.

There was no other way to just accept and get on with it. How long was she going to fight the reality whenever Evelyn knew for sure that he was going to lose every single battle and then eventually the war.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked nyy holding her chin high in the air. At most, he was definitely going to ask her to clean the apartment and wash his clothes and whatever we could do to make sure that she felt like nothing but the dust under his shoe.

He stared at her before he nodded his head very slowly. "Come here."

She heard him loud and clear which is why she found no use making him repeat himself and stood right in front of him.

"Kneel,"

Evelyn’s eyes bulged out. "What?"

His eyes sharpened, making her kneel down in front of him.

He wanted her to nail down in front of him which meant that she was definitely trying to make her feel low enough to be beneath him. So instead of having him ask her to look down, Evelyn did exactly that.

"Here," he said, making her look up, "suck."

The moment she looked at what was in front of her, she gasped loudly.

"Sal—Don!"

"Now!" He hissed, making her flinch and the tone he used. "Do I have to involve your daughter everywhere in a threat or are you going to understand your position Evelyn?"

Listening to the threat and knowing that he was definitely going to involve his daughter if he did not go ahead, Evelyn opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock.

"That’s a girl." She heard his sigh before she felt his hand over the top of her head and a push making her swallow him.

"What?" He spat when she stared at with her lips wrapped around his cock and her eyes staring wide at his face accumulating the tears as she gagged. "I was never going to make it easy for you."

He chuckled, "I am going to fuck your face, Evelyn."