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*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.~
She looked at her hands in her lap. She even had her manicure down for this night. "I don't get it. You agreed to marry me." She whispered her eyes still not meeting his.
He sighed loudly and rubbed the back of his head. That action made him look mildly annoyed. "I don't. . . I didn't remember." He confessed looking down. One could say that he looked guilty.
"Oh," she mumbled looking around the room suddenly embarrassed. She had made sure that everything looked like it was professionally done.
He had been gone for the past two days and she had decorated the whole house herself, refusing the help offered.
"It's Alright. The decorations are just.." She mumbled awkwardly and stood up, her eyes still down, barely holding end tears in. "I am going to bed." She ran upstairs to the room where she stayed in.
Salvatore watched his wife run upstairs. His chest felt heavy and the emotion was unfamiliar. Nevertheless, he stood up and opened the front door. The man stood outside and The Boss shook his head. "Take it your wife." He closed the door to the man holding a huge bouquet of Dahlias. His promise to the commitment that he closed the door on.
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Sequel to Angelo and Alexis!
*A slow burn DARK romance*
