Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 49: The dinner - III

Salvatore shook his head very softly as he looked at Caramela and took his eyes off Evelyn, he jerked his head ever so slightly and the maid knew that she was dismissed.

"Eat," he told Evelyn who had her hands in her lap with no intentions of eating anymore.

"I don’t think I want to." Evelyn said without looking at him. She no longer wished to eat or just be in the company of this man.

Salvatore clicked his tongue. "Really nos?" Salvatore scuffed, "Really now?" he taunted as he tilted his head. "You would not be leaving this table until you finish eating." he declared observing her face that twisted at what he said. but did he care? No, he did not.

She needed to eat.

Evelyn huffed making him raise an eyebrow at her action but as she started to pick up her fork and eat, he began to eat his.

She could feel the burn in her eyes as she felt like crying. Even in her family home, her father never talked to her like that. Her papa was always respectful and loving and she could do anything in the house without being humiliated by him.

Maybe, this was what they meant when they talked about home being home. She had found hers but it was taken away from her. Now. she was just a wandering soul; someone who moved to the houses of others.

The maid that Evelyn now hated cleared the table and Evelyn glanced at the man who had a drink in his hand. She gulped slightly, looking away from him. Usually, she would wish his parents good night and then leave but what was she to do with him?

"You want to leave," Salvatore drawled out, "Good night then, Evelyn. Remember to lock the door, anyone from my side would knock."

"Good night," Evelyn said and stood up, "I will lock the door. Thank you, Don." she did not forget her manners even in a situation where she was pissed. That was certainly something Salvatore admired.

As she walked away, in the silent walls of his hoise, he heard the door close and the small click. She had locked the door.

He gulped his drink in one go and stood up. This was not something he wanted to do but perhaps the time for a lesson had arrived.

He walked into the kitchen where the maid had just finished washing the dishes and was drying her hands. "Boil some water Carmella," he said as he sat on a barstool, "Don’t stop until I say."

The young woman nodded and took a glass full of water, poured it into a pan, and started to heat it on the stove.

The boiling could be heard in the kitchen and Carmella gave wary glances to the don, not wanting to miss the sign from him to turn off the gas.

"Have you ever seen me fuck a maid in my home?"

Carmella’s head snapped towards the don, "Wh-what?" she stuttered, not even sure if she was addressed here.

Aside of his lips twitch as he repeated, "have you ever seen me fuck anyone who is amid in my house?"

"No, sir," Carmella shook her head vigorously. ’Never," she said.

Salvatore nodded in amusement at what she said. "Then why is it every maid tries to fuck me? I am always given two maids by my mother and how is it that only you remain?"

Carmella gulped.

"Turn off the stove," his command rang out clear in the kitchen, making the maid snap into action.

Once she did that she turned to him for further instructions and Salvatore did not hesitate. "Pour it in to wake up."

Carmella did as told and watched closer to the don with the cup in her hands and placed it on the counter top.

"Drink it."

Her eyes bulged out. "What?"

Now he grew irritated. There were only so many times for him to bother to repeat himself and she was just trying to push buttons further.

He pushed the cup her way. "You do it and if you don’t then do not regret what I do after that." He warned.

Her eyes turned glossy as she looked at the cup. Her eyes turned to his again.

He felt it descend on him again.

"Drink it," he said in the chillest of voices, "burn your tongue because I’m tired of the bull shit going around."

He would cut off but it would be just as messy and rather clique. This time he wanted her and every member of the staff to remember what it was like to have their tongue running off in directions it need not be in.

The maid shook on the spot that she stood on. She held the counter with both hands and looked at him with pleading eyes filled with tears.

Salvatore chucked. This one had no idea how much he loved the expression and that only made him want to torture her more.

He picked up the mug and handed it to her which she took by shaking hands. If she did not then he would force it down her throat and one way or the other it was going to get drunk by her.

The first touch of the water made heard the tab away from her as an instinct but the Don in front of her was much quicker. He held the cup from its end and tilted it up making her drink all of it that fell in her mouth.

"Ahh!" A muffled screen left her mouth as she let go of the mug after Salvatore did and fell to the ground. The sensation of her mouth being burned immediately set a panic inside her brain and she did not know what to do.

Tears ran down her face as she palmed her mouth. Her screams echoed the kitchen walls but Salvatore knew that they would not reach Evelyn.

But what he did not hear were the silent steps walking away from the kitchen.