His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 233

What did I do?

What was I thinking?

Why did I leave not only my daughter but also Christian to play the hero?

I closed my eyes and took a breath, calming myself down. I did this for the Lamberti’s and Siena’s future. The only reason why Berto had the nerve to go after the Lamberti's was because Fabio had done it as well. It was all my fault.

Frightened, I wiggled my hand, which was chained to the bed, and held back my tears. After breakfast and Berto’s outburst, Luca took me to my room.

He sat in a chair in the corner and was too occupied with his phone.

“What do you want for lunch?” Luca looked up. “Do you have any cravings?”

I balled my fist in disbelief. “Cravings?” I scoffed. After Berto’s behavior, lunch and cravings were the last things I could think about. “I’m not hungry.”

“But the baby…”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You have to—“

“I’m not hungry!” I shouted. “And if you really want to do something, you can bring me a doctor.”

Luca chuckled softly and got up from his chair as I scooted myself backward until I couldn’t move any further. Who knew if he was equally as crazy as his dad? Why would I even yell at him?

He stepped closer and closer while I shut my eyes in fear. I could feel his breath on my face and froze, preparing myself for the worst.

“I told you I wasn’t going to hurt you.” Luca moved his finger over the handcuffs. “So I don’t know why you’re pushing me.”

Shockingly enough, Luca had released me from the cuffs, allowing me to move my hands. I opened my eyes instantl, forcing myself to look at him.

“You’re pregnant.” He said, stepping away. “I understand that you don’t feel like eating after everything you’ve just seen, but you need to think about your health…you need to think about the baby.”

My health? So after everything that went down, he suddenly decided now was the perfect time to look after my health?

I can’t do this any longer.

I just can’t.

How could I even survive this without my family, Christian or Siena? No matter how many times I tried convincing myself that this was the right decision, I could no longer stay here.

“I’ll have lunch with you!” I blurted. “For the baby!”

Should I just escape?

If I could escape from Christian, I could also escape from his uncle.

By now, Berto must’ve already returned Siena’s money and the warehouse, so I could just go back home and forget about all of this—right?

Deep down, I knew something like that would only provoke Berto even more. He made a promise, but unfortunately, I wouldn’t be able to keep mine.

I got up from the bed and brushed my fingers through my hair, making myself look at least a bit presentable.

Luca rolled his eyes. “It’s not fashion week.” He spoke. “We should eat in the garden.”

“And…your dad?”

“He won’t be bothering us.”

Hearing Berto wouldn’t bother us made me feel at ease, but at the same time, I felt anxious because I had no idea what he had planned. Was he really just going to back down after all he had been through?

Would he really sit back and do nothing in exchange for my presence?

Once we reached the garden, Luca set up a table and pulled out a chair for me. Seeing him act as everything was normal made me feel disgusted. Was he even aware of the impact of his choices?

“I know you like pasta.” He came back after a while. “I don’t know if you remember, but I once made it for you, and you loved it—“

“Yes—I’m not stupid.” I cut him off with a polite smile. I had slowly concluded that Luca wasn’t completely crazy. He was lonely, and truthfully I didn’t know whether he was truly the one to blame.

The Lamberti’s had always favored Johnny a lot more, and after conspiring with his dad and Dario, Dario had pushed them aside to stand behind Christian.

Luca had no one, which was why eating pasta with his hostage seemed to be the highlight of his day. To this day, I had no idea whatever I did for him to hate me, but judging by the look in his eyes, it seemed to be a personal thing.

“This looks really good!” I played along, complimenting the pasta. If I was going to make the best out of my time, I should go full out.

Despite the many disrespectful names he had called me, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for his situation.