Chapter 1
The room was dimly lit.
The only sounds filling the silence were the crackling firewood in the fireplace and the heavy smoke rising from his endless cigarettes.
Whitey sat calmly in his private chair while his wife sat across from him.
Silence lingered for a long time...
Until Whitey finally opened his mouth at the exact same moment he extinguished what was perhaps his hundredth cigarette.
Whitey, coldly:
So... you're saying you're pregnant?
Violet let out a sigh and leaned her head back against the chair.
Violet:
We've been married for over five years. Is it really strange for me to be pregnant?
Whitey:
Don't mistake my reaction for indifference. I'm happy on the inside...
Let's just hope it's a boy so he can continue our work after we're gone.
Violet:
I'm excited to raise him.
He'll become an even greater mafia leader than his father.
Whitey:
No.
He'll become an even greater serial killer than his mother.
Violet smiled softly.
Violet:
Oh, darling...
Whitey:
Come here, sweetheart.
Violet walked toward him and sat on his lap.
He wrapped an arm around her and gently placed his hand over her stomach before kissing her.
Whitey:
He'll become the happiest person in mafia history.
Violet:
Definitely...
Suddenly, Whitey's phone rang.
He picked it up and spoke calmly.
Whitey:
What is it?
Caller:
Boss, we successfully smuggled a massive shipment from Marseille, France, to Italy.
But we're facing a small problem... and we need you here.
Whitey's expression slightly changed.
Whitey, in a terrifying voice:
Handle it yourself.
I'm spending time with my wife.
He hung up immediately and tossed the phone aside.
Violet:
If it's important, then go, darling.
Whitey:
So...
What should we name our child?
Violet:
I'll give you the honor of choosing.
Whitey raised an eyebrow and smirked.
Whitey:
Oh? My wife has become very generous these days.
Violet laughed softly, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.
Then suddenly...
Whitey spoke.
In a voice cold enough to make even stone tremble.
Whitey:
Isn't it inappropriate...
that you're already in your second month...
and knew about this...
without telling me?
Violet instantly stopped laughing.
She slowly looked toward him.
He was staring directly at her.
Those eyes...
They gleamed with frightening mischief.
Violet:
What... do you mean by that?Whitey slowly pulled her closer and rested her head against his chest.
Then gently stroked her hair.
His voice suddenly softened.
Whitey:
It's okay... it's okay.
You're pregnant now. I should treat you gently.
Are you craving anything?
Do you want me to bring you something?
Violet's voice trembled.
Violet:
No...
Whitey:
Good, sweetheart.
But next time...
don't hide something this important from me, alright?
Violet:
Okay...
A sly smile appeared on Whitey's face.
Whitey:
Good girl.
20 / 4 / 1999
Violet woke up with dark circles clearly visible under her eyes.
She was breathing heavily.
She grabbed the bottle of water beside her and drank the entire thing at once.
She turned to the right side of the bed.
Whitey wasn't there.
Right...
He had left last night on one of his weapon-smuggling missions.
He said he'd be back within twenty-four hours.
Suddenly she threw the blanket away.
The glass slipped from her hand and shattered.
Violet screamed:
How did he know?! How?!
She placed a hand over her chest and tried to calm her breathing.
Violet:
I should consider myself lucky...
that I wasn't killed.
After getting dressed, she left her room.
She wore a white silk shirt and black satin pants.
Her hair was tied into an elegant bun.
Simple earrings.
Light makeup.
And her favorite perfume.
A maid approached her carefully.
Maid:
Madam, your breakfast is ready.
Violet:
I don't want to eat.
The maid hesitated.
Maid:
Madam... you're pregnant.
You need proper nutrition.
Violet suddenly stopped.
Violet:
Who told you I was pregnant?
The maid smiled politely.
But underneath that smile...
her body was trembling with fear.
Maid:
Master Whitey informed everyone in the mansion.
He wanted us to take extra care of you.
He even hired more servants and sent gifts for you.
Inside, Violet cursed silently.
"That bastard..."
"I'll kill him one day."
She remained silent for a moment before speaking.
Violet:
Fine.
I'll eat, then I'll leave immediately.
I have work.
You may go now.
The maid immediately left.
Deep inside...
she thanked God for Violet's unusually calm mood today.
Violet sat at the dining table.
The table was filled with every delicious thing imaginable.
Yet despite all of it...
she forced herself to eat.
Every bite made her feel sick.
Finally she stood up and left the mansion.
Just then—
her phone rang.
It was Whitey.
A small smile appeared on her face.
Violet:
Darling.
Whitey:
Did you eat?
How are you feeling?
Violet:
I'm perfectly fine.
Whitey:
I'm coming for you.
I'll leave work for another day and come see you.
Violet:
No, don't leave your work.
I have work too.
Silence.
Then—
Whitey, shocked:
You're pregnant.
You're not going to kill someone.
Violet:
I am.
Work is still work... no matter the circumstances.
