Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 288: The Don’s wrath - III

"Papa," Arabella tugged on his pants, " This."

Salvatore glanced at where she was pointing at And found that it was a pearl necklace that was gifted to him by Evelyn as his wedding present.

Amongst a how many? He had no fucking clue.

When his Brothers suggested that he should buy her something as a wedding present, Salvatore had no idea what was the limit because for him it was the sky and beyond. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

So whatever was shown to him in the catalogue and whatever he could imagine would look good on her, found its way in her closet.

But the pearl necklace was different.

It was the saying that he had bought for her before he ever got to know that she was pregnant. That was his last gift to her never got to give.

"Not that one baby, choose another."

Arabella pouted and as always, gave him those big doe eyes filled with tears. "Please?"

Fuck, how did Evelyn deal with this?

Abandoning the iPad that he was working on, Salvatore placed her hands under her armpits before raising her up and pulling her on his lap. "How about I buy you a new one, it would be pink in colour?"

Arabella glanced at it. "Hmm, okay."

With how his daughter continued to glance at it, Salvatore was not entirely sure how okay it was. Perhaps he would put the necklace away just So she did not have any devious ideas later on.

The alarm on his phone rang signalling the end of the play time for Arabella and the time for her bath.

"Come on, kid," he picked her up and tickled her tummy, making her laugh lovely. On the way to the bathroom, he started taking of her onesie and left her in front of the cabinet so that she could choose her shampoo.

In the meantime, Salvatore let the water run to the temperature she liked.

"Look, papa,"

Salvatore turned around to look at where she was pointing out, only to get up and take the shampoo bottle away from her. Arabella was rubbing the shampoo on her head.

Damn it, he breathed out as he was instructed to do by his mother whenever the kid got on his nerves. Almost all of the shampoo was gone from the bottle and that was on top of her head, Arabella was still rubbing it.

Sighing, He gave her a bath. Narrowly missing any time she splashed that would have gone into his eyes. How the hell was Evelyn so good at it?

Finally, after reading her a long story, Arabella had finally dozed off, allowing Salvatore to go out of the room.

He had given his men a break, proper time to have dinner and go back to their homes if they wanted to before coming back in the time of three hours.

Where ever this option was going to happen, it was going to happen publicly enough and until then they were going to hide there was nothing that Salvatore could do to draw them out.

Adrian and Samuel nodded at him, the two were sharing a drink at the dining table which she had no problem with since Evelyn was not at home and Arabella was in her room.

"Word has it," Samuel cleared his throat, " I hate to be the bearer of the fucking bad news but here it is, an auction is going to take place soon. But it is going to take place in France."

"France?!" Salvatore blanched. "How the fuck is he going to take people there?"

Adrian shurgged, "sex trafficking does bring a lot of money. Bribing people for this huge shit of an investment is going to be an easy task."

True, bribes could go a long way.

France meant it was going to be Vincent involved and if they were including a woman from all over the world, then France would be facing the same problem.

Salvatore tapped his fingers lazily on the table, next to his drink as he thought about it.

He had initiated the priesthood just in time for this. Because even though he would have been able to take care of his problem on his own, this was a collectively large issue because no one agreed with the buying and selling of flesh.

So he needed hands to squash the business down and that he needed the hands of those people that he could trust.

His eyes moved to Samuel, "why are you here? Don’t you have a business to run?"

He grinned. "You have businesses, my friend. I have investments."

Salvatore scoffed. Americans.

"The war is going to be bloody," Adrian added as he continued to stay deep in his thoughts. We will have to kill many in order to keep the business in the ground."

"We would have to," Samuel agreed.

"Wars are meant to be bloody," Salvatore tsked, "They are making their business on the blood of women. The least that they can do is bleed themselves for their own business."

He pulled out his phone after that. Vincent, according to the timezone, must be awake and on with his day.

’France got problems?’

Sighing, he kept his phone face down and mapped what had happened yet.

"We need to—" Samuel was cut off by Salvatore’s phone ringing. I no need to prioritise the man he was currently talking to, Salvatore flipped his phone to cut the call only to stare at the name on the screen. Vincent as calling him.

Frowning, he picked it up. "Yeah?"

"The women, same problem?"

Salvatore’s eyebrows shot up and he put the phone on the speaker, "you are on speaker. I have Adrian and Samuel with me."

"then this means that the rumours are true?" Vincent did not wait and beat around the bush.

"Yes, unfortunately so." Samuel sughed. " We hear that France is the place for the auction. Did you notice something?"

"It fucking is," he growled out, "my advice would be for you all to come here as soon as possible."

Salvatore breathed out heavily. "Alright then," he nodded to the two men in the room, "we’ll see you in france."