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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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I’m sorry - I

Evelyn yawned and continued to type, 'Yeah, it was scary. Attacks can be quite frequent and it is difficult to tell who is behind them. Which one are you talking about?'

His reply was instant. 

'I don't think you were there for that one. Your father kept you away, didn't he?'

He did, Evelyn had to agree on that. Her father had always kept her away and quite frankly, even if there had been an attack she had not suffered half of what she had done here.

'He did,' she wrote, 'which is why I dont know about any of them.'

She really did not. It was never brought up in front of her. In fact, one could never even, even if observed carefully, that their blood spilled in the walls of the house she grew up in.