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

By the time he finally stepped into the house he called home, it was in the middle of the night. His daughter was sleeping and even though he had no heart to wake her up, he knew he was going to steal a kiss on his way to his room.

The guard at the doors to the house nodded at him as he moved inside. He found when he saw the light of the kitchen turned on and when it did not turn off after a minute.

Usually, someone would be there for a glass of water which would also be provided when they went to bed, the servants made sure of that. Other than that, no one was supposed to be in the kitchen of his wing in the middle of the night.

So that's where his feet took him next, to the kitchen. One of his hands was on the holster, ready to shoot with his silencer intact only for him to blink and frown, at the sight of his wife.

Wife and husband- I