"Evelyn?" Salvatore repeated. "Who is she?" Because it could not be the same Evelyn that he was thinking about. There stood no chance for her to stay with his brother and know his brother. Otherwise, he would have known.
Marcello tsked under his breath, "You know, papa must have told you. She is the daughter of late Carlo Bianchi, the mafia that was passed over to dad?"
He did now. He nodded. It had to be a different Evelyn. No boss or don would ever allow his daughter to work even if his mafia was struggling. So they surely could not be the same. He would look into it.
"I will be leaving then," Salvatore gave his brother a small nod and patted his back, that was the only display of affection he did other than kissing the cheek of his mother and sister.
Marcello nodded back before walking to the rolls in front of the campus. The driver was waiting outside for him and opened the door before shutting it close after he sat inside.
