Blameless ✔

Chapter 6: ❝Hit me❞

Chapter 6: ❝Hit me❞ 

♡Evelyn's POV♡

"Wow, you really know how to pack a punch."

I glanced down at the thief who laid unconscious on the mall floor. A crowd of people had surrounded the three of us, some even taking out their smartphones to capture this moment like I had already predicted they would.

Ignoring Luke's statement, I turned to him abruptly and relished in the way it caused him to flinch. "Did the sales assistant contact the police?"

He nodded, folding his arms as he stared down at the male generously keeping the floor warm with his body heat. "Yeah, he said they'd get here in a few - hey, where are you going?"

I halted in my tracks and turned my head slightly to the right, enabling him to see my side profile. "I'm heading back to the Gucci store."

He crinkled his forehead. "But what about the thief?"

"He'll be taken into custody once the police get here," I responded dismissively.

"And what if he gets away?" He probed. "We can't just leave him here unsupervised."

Turning my body around fully, I threw him an annoyed look, which effectively made him drop his gaze. "Look around. There are at least twenty people surrounding him and I'm sure the punch I gave him must've done something to his sensory perception so it shouldn't exactly be easy for him to just up and leave."

He hummed before muttering, "if you say so" in such a dubious manner, it actually made my resolution falter a bit - but only a bit as we made our way back to the Gucci store with him carrying the bags after tenaciously insisting on doing so.

"My babies!" Monica yelled, almost dropping the cup of tea the manager must've given to her so she could run and reclaim her bags or babies as she liked to call them. "I've missed you so much," she sobbed, clutching onto them as if her life depended on it and also subtly getting a grasp on Luke as well.

Ignoring the perturbing scene in front of me, I walked towards the manager and sales assistant of the store who looked even more disturbed than what my facial expression would allow. "You called the police, right?" I inquired, not waiting for a response before asking, "what did they say?"

The sales assistant exchanged a look with the manager and after swiftly glancing down at the nametag attached to the red pocket of his uniform, I learned that his name was Mason. "We contacted the police and they asked for a description of the thief that stole Ms Monica's bags. I couldn't give them much detail as I didn't get a proper look at his face but after telling them about the monstrosity of the attire he was wearing, they seemed to know who I was talking about."

The manager, Dominic, cut in. "It turns out they've been chasing the thief for a little over a year and the one thing that makes him identifiable in a crowd of people is the black cap that covers a little less than half his face."

Slightly lowering my gaze, I thought back to what the thief was wearing when he unwarrantedly snatched the bags.

His face was partially covered with a black cap embellished with a silver, crescent moon on the front and the white scarf wrapped around his neck had covered the rest of his face.

"Yes, I remember him wearing something like that when he grabbed my... friend's belongings," I told the manager as his colleague had walked away to attend to Monica's irrepressible shopping need.

"Where is the thief now?" The manager asked and after hearing him speak a few times, I came to the obvious conclusion that he was Italian - a beautiful one at that.