Inara_Me

*Dark Mafia Romance*
Pregnant. 
"I.." she blinked at the words that were blinding her. "I.."
"I? I? What, Evelyn?" Salvatore spat, making her flinch. "What is it that you want to say, say it loud and fucking clear!" 

She jumped on the spot and closed her eyes in fear. "I.." 

"What?!" His scream was powerful enough that Evelyn jumped on the spot and started to cry. Why was this happening to her? Why were these papers in front of her? 

"I don't know," she screamed back with rivers of tears flowing down her face. "I don't know what happened. I don't know what's happening!" 

Salvatore chuckled darkly and shook his head as he barked out at her, "You don't know what's going on? Fine, I will tell you what's going on. You are three months pregnant with the child of a man that you spent one night with." His voice lowered several octaves and deepened. He was controlling himself. 

The reality made her close her eyes and lower her head. 

The product of a one night stand was inside her womb. 

This reason alone was enough for her father to discard her had he been alive and he was her father but Salvatore was her husband. She opened her eyes and looked at him again. What was he going to do? 

****

Salvatore had never let the information out. No one knew that he had the same darkness inside him that his father carried in his veins. 

He had buried it successfully until she came along. 

Evelyn.

~Not for faint hearted.~

Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation

"I want papa!" Arabella tugged on her dress continuously. "Now, please."

Evelyn finally looked away from the quickly departing back of Dante. That man had escaped surprisingly quickly from a child and woman.

The chocolate was still in her hand and the speed at which the man had run out made her shake her head at him. He could not even face the consequences of water he had unrivaled.

She looked down to her daughter to look like on the verge of crying and throwing attention. If arabella continued, this was the first tantrum her daughter would throw.

The first tantrum her daughter would throw would not be because of a toy she wanted or a pretty dress but because she wanted a father.

"Mummy, give me a papa!" Arabella cried and the tears were almost there. They would have melted her heart but unfortunately the situation brought her into a more panic minded state than sympathetic.

Papa - I