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Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation

*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.~

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A mother's decision - I

Alexis, for many times in her life, had felt helpless in deciding what was to be done in situations like this but this one topped all of it. 

She had never felt afraid to take on and challenge Angelo and not to forget her son as well, but for the first time, she felt afraid to do so. 

Something had changed drastically and even she felt the need to shut up and stay away from the bear inside of going ahead and poking it. 

It was time for breakfast and by the appearance of the other side of the bed, it was clear that her husband did not come home last night. 

Via Agatha, she had it confirmed that he was coming home for breakfast at least. 

The familiar footsteps of his shoes hitting the floor made her look up at the entrance of the dining room. 

Anglo entered the room alone and she gulped. Somehow, in the last two years, he became even more daunting than before.