Touch In The Dark

Chapter 50

Evelyn's POV

Dimitri and I are finally back at work. It's become such an important part of my days that I've kind of missed it.

I'm wearing white slacks with a burnt orange top that has a small slits on my hip area and a light jacket to help keep me warm when I go outside. My heels are uncomfortable, but they make my legs look toned and long.

"Evelyn, someone is here for you down in the lobby." The intercom on my desk phone speaks.

Huh?

"Okay, I'll be down in a second." I say then let go of the intercom button and head to the elevators.

My heart pounds against my chest as the death machine begins to lower to the lobby.

Once the first floor appears, I shoot out of the elevator and go to the front desk.

"I was told I had a visitor?" I ask the receptionist confused by not seeing anyone I noticed.

The lady looks around and points in the direction I'm supposed to look.

My eyes land on slicked back blond hair and the smug look on Marks face.

Waterfalls of bubbling anger wash over me. What the fuck is he doing here? I regret telling him where I work.

"I wanted to talk." He snaps me out of my thoughts.

"About what?" I cross my arms over my chest in attempts to settle my rage. Maybe a small hug from myself will make me feel better. Nope. Still angry.

"About us. Why did you break up with me?"

Why the fuck do you think?

"Let's see," I pull my hand up, "you are a serial cheater," I put up a second finger, "you've lied to me a million times," a third finger pops up, "you probably aren't even who you say you are-"

"Who do you think I am?" He cuts me off.

"Don't fucking cut me off again! You're a nobody Mark. I couldn't care less who you present to be." I fume.

He laughs in anger. "You'll care about who I am soon," he steps closer to me, "watch your step."

"If you don't leave in five seconds, I'm going to shoot you in front of all these people." Dimitri says from the reception desk.

When did he get here? How much of our conversation did he hear?

"Who the fuck are you?" Mark pushes me out of the way, making me stumble and almost fall.

Dimitri rushes over to him and grasps his neck in between his fingers. The lobby goes dead silent, people even begin to hide behind walls. Dimitri's eyes storm with rage.

"Tell Popov to put his dog back in his cage." Dimitri spits.

Mark's eyes widen as he begins to choke from the lack of oxygen. "How did-"

"Sincerely Dimitri Ricci."

Mark's face almost turns purple before Dimitri throws him to the ground. His breathing becomes erratic as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes shoot to me. "Lying whore. You never told me you worked for a mafia."

"You never told me either. Don't get it twisted though, we're not even close to being even." I spit.

As I walk past him, I shove my heel into his thigh right where Dimitri was shot. Mark should have felt this pain, not Dimitri.