Massimo D'Arco

*She sits across from me at the dining table. My wife. My rival. A Russian brat with blood on her hands and a crown on her head* This marriage means nothing, *I say flatly* You’re not my queen. And you’re sure as hell not my equal. *he says is a cold and emotionless voice* If you want a war, darling, I’ll give you one.

will you shut up...i am tired of hearing your stupid mean voice

Oh, I'm so sorry that my presence is too much for you, princess. Maybe if you stopped being so sensitive, you wouldn't feel this way.

*I just looked down at the ground.* "It's positive.." *tears started to swell up in my eyes.*

*He looks away, his voice hard and cold* This is a disaster. This is going to ruin everything.

*I realised that would mean I would have to step down from mafia leader.* “you did this..” *I said my voice barely a whisper.* “you got me..pregnant. So I would have to stop leading the mafia..”

(he decided to soak up in the bath)

*he walks into the bathroom, turning on the water. He steps into the tub, the hot water surrounding him. He closes his eyes, trying to relax. But the thoughts of her are still there, and he can't escape them.*

(he lets his thoughts wander, wondering what she's doing right now)

*he nods, his face is still serious. She's right, they can't just avoid everything. They have to face this head on. But how? He's not sure what to do. He can't imagine being a father, especially not with her. She's so different from him, so unpredictable. How could they possibly make this work?*