His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 227

“I need you to find a way to set up a meeting with Berto,” Christian spoke to my surprise. Marc seemed just as confused as I was and was probably waiting for Christian to tell him it was all a joke—but it wasn’t.

“Christian…” Marc began. “I know you want to spend some time with Vince, but we can’t just change our plan. Think about all the people we’ve approached.” He mentioned. “What will the others think of you—“

“Marc, I need you to forget about this plan for a second.” Christian shook his head. He paced back and forth. “You know, after seeing the state Vince is in?” He breathed. “I don’t want anyone else to get hurt, so I will handle this matter with my uncle on my own.”

What?

Was he kidding?

“So what you’re saying is that you want your uncle to kill you, so Siena gets to grow up without a dad?” Marc scoffed. “Do you ever think?”

Thank you, Marc.

“I—“

“Think about Serena!” Marc called him out. “I don’t know whether you’ve noticed or not, but everyone’s trying to keep you safe—“

“I know,” Christian whispered. “And that’s why I need you all to take a step back.” He said. “The issue is between my uncle and me, so we will deal with it.”

It hurt me to stare at the paled expression on Christian’s face, and it hurt me even more that he didn’t want to bother anyone with his problems.

“Christian, you’re not immortal!” Marc placed his hands on Christian’s shoulders. “So shut up and let us protect you—”

“No, you need to shut up!” Christian grabbed Marc by his collar. Should I step in?

Christian looked at his friend with furrowed eyebrows. “I don’t need to explain myself to you, but I chose too.” He spoke. “All you need to do is nod and shut up—do you understand?”

Marc shot Christian a sharp look and sighed, not knowing what to do. “I understand.” He pushed him off. “By all means, go and get yourself killed. Who am I to stop you?”

“After all…I just work for you.”

Christian shook his head. “You know that’s not true.” He said. “I just need you to trust me for once.”

He released a deep breath. “Berto is going after the people I care about, and it’s not just about my life anymore.” He began. “I need to think about my family, my sisters, Vince….”

Hearing about Christian’s true feelings made me feel bad. He never shared his worries with me because he probably didn’t want to look weak in front of me—but overhearing his conversation did open my eyes about many things.

He was responsible for many lives and could not handle any more pain.

If only I could help him.

“Marc…my uncle left me a message, and in the past, he has left me many messages, but this one is where I draw the line.” Christian bawled his fist.

“He told me he would leave the family business alone if I would hand him Serena.” Christian shared. “He said seeing me in pain means even more than the family business.”

“He can threaten me all he wants, but Serena? He took it too far this time.”

The sympathetic smile on my lips had quickly vanished as I looked down at my stomach and wrapped my arms around my body. I had the power to end all of this? I could protect my family.

I stared at the floor, trying to clear my thoughts. I was going crazy, and this wasn’t going anywhere.

Stop it, Serena. This doesn’t concern you.

“What are you guys talking about?” I finally revealed myself and stepped behind the wall. Christian and Marc looked like two little boys caught with their hands in a cookie jar, awaiting my reaction.

“What’s up with your faces?” I played along. Christian smiled. “Nothing.” He said. “I just thought you weren’t going to stick your nose into my business anymore.”

I mimicked Christian’s words and threw my hands over his shoulders. “Do you see what I have to deal with?” Christian looked at Marc. “It’s like I have to take care of two babies.”