His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 237

Luca cleared his throat, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Dad, I thought we said no guns.” He let out nervous laughter.

“For them, not for me.” By the sound of Berto’s voice, I could tell that this would probably not end well.

“Christian, you’re right—this place is usually heavily protected, but since dad wished to have a…peaceful dinner—everyone left,” Luca told him. “For now.”

I tried reading the sketchy expression on his face. Christian, who had stopped asking questions, seemed relaxed after hearing Luca’s words.

Instead of cracking my brains and coming up with reasons why Berto was stupid enough to get rid of all the guards and maids, I accepted that he was the only armed person in the room.

“Chrissie, have you thought about my offer?” Berto turned his attention onto me. “I told him I’d trade your life for his.” He spoke as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

I didn’t know which part was scarier. Berto planning to get rid of me all along or Christian’s words.

“You can keep her.” He said. “She’s of no use to me. Keep her.”

I knew I had brought it upon myself, but come on? Giving me away, just like that—was unlike Christian.

He probably had some stupid plan to get me out of here. I mean, he had to.

“I don’t believe you.” Berto wasn’t fooled either, but Christian didn’t back down. “Where is all that talk about her being the love of your life?”

“I would rather let the love of my life die before handing you the business.” I could hear the insincere tone in his voice.

Berto brushed his hand against the gun on the table. “See, I know that’s not true.” He said. “I know you’ll try to do something stupid, but you really shouldn’t.”

He tapped the gun with his finger while Christian didn’t utter a word.

“God Luca, he’s worse than Johnny and that useless mom of yours,” Berto murmured, bad-mouthing Johnny. It was the first time he had mentioned him, but the hatred on his face was almost terrifying.

After all, Johnny was the only one mature enough not to fall for his dad’s tricks. No, I hadn’t forgotten about him trying to sacrifice my siblings, but he was a good person with a mind of his own.

“So, what will happen to Serena?” Christian spoke just above a whisper. He played with his fork as he slowly raised his head.

That was a good question.

What would happen to me?

“That’s none of your concerns anymore,” Berto answered. “She will work for me.”

“Work how.”

“I don’t know yet. Maybe after I get rid of that thing inside of her—I’ll let her make use of that nice pole in the basement.” He grinned. “I heard she’s quite a natural.”

My baby.

Threatened, I pushed back my chair and wrapped my arms around my stomach. He could kill me if that’s what he wanted, but not my baby.

“Will you really leave us alone if I give you Serena?” A confused smile appeared on Christian’s lips. “Do you really think you can do that—“

“Yes.” Berto frowned for a second. “If your mental state is the thing that makes this family crumble, so be it.”

“See, that’s the thing.” Christian huffed. “You’ve already messed me up so bad that I might as well take my chances and deal with this situation while I still can.”

“And how are you going to do that.” Berto reached for his gun before pointing the weapon at Christian. I took a breath, praying Christian wouldn’t do any stupid. Yes, I wanted to leave—but what would be the point if we both end up dying here?

“So now that I gave you an answer concerning Serena’s future—I think it’s time for you to go. Dinner is over.”

Christian raised himself from the chair with the fork still in his hand. “I think you’re right, uncle.” He spoke, looking at me for a second. “It is time to leave, but you were right. I’m not leaving without Serena.”

“Oh, is that so?” Berto spoke mockingly as Christian fixed his clothes.

“Yes, so we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“Chrissie, there is no easy way.”

“Then we’ll have to do it the hard way.”

Not having the time to get his words through my head, Christian lunged the for to Berto’s left eye as a monstrous shriek left his uncle’s mouth.

Suddenly all lights went dark, and the room was filled with gunshots. The only thing I could see was Luca running away and Vince going after him before my brother pushed me onto the floor. He dragged me under the table and wrapped his hands around me while I closed my eyes and ears.

At that moment, I didn’t care for anything else but Christian. All I could think about was him.

How could he possibly protect himself against this armed man?