His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 241

“One, two—three!” Christian threw a happy Siena in the air, ignoring my pleas for him to stop. With my hand on my heart, I leaned against the wall as a sound of relieved laughter escaped my lips.

“See!” Christian held her by her leg, turning her upside down. “She enjoys it, so I do not think it’s your place to interfere!” He spoke, pretending to drop her.

Not wanting my child to crack open her skull, I rushed to their side and grabbed her from his hands. “Okay, that’s enough for now.”

Today would be an eventful day, but unfortunately, one I wouldn’t get to experience. While Christian would soon be headed to the location to deal with his uncle and Luca, I would be stuck at home.

It wasn’t all too bad because I got to spend time with Siena—but although I had promised not to involve myself in any business, I couldn’t help but be curious.

“What’s on your mind?” Christian raised my chin, inspecting the sad frown on my face. My mind told me to let it go, but a part of me still wanted to try whether it was possible to make him change his mind.

“I want to go with you.” I put Siena back on her knees to have a serious conversation with Christian.

He chuckled, lowering his head as he let go of my chin. “What was that?”

“Your uncle and Luca? I want to go with you.” I repeated, knowing very well he heard me the first time.

“Not a chance.” Christian shook his head. “You’re pregnant. Siena needs you—and I don’t want the baby to get hurt.” He placed his hand on my stomach.

Instead of arguing, I just accepted his word and gave him a simple nod. We had been through so much. Arguing about minor disagreements was not even an option or a priority anymore.

There was still one thing on my mind. “What will happen to Luca?”

“Let me get you some more water—“

“Christian!”

The dark glow in Christian’s eyes made me sick to my stomach. I had no opinion about Berto and truly believed he was to blame for his own misfortune.

But when it came to Luca, whatever his plans were with him was my business, and I did not want him to do something he would later regret.

“You know what will happen to him.” I heard the words I didn’t want to hear. He couldn’t even say it out loud.

“Can’t you just forgive him? I feel bad.”

“After all those names he’s called you and all the damage he has done to this family?” Christian scoffed, giving me a disgusted look as if I was the problem. “Listen, how about you just…call your friends and do something fun.”

“Which friends?” I wondered. If I had any real friends, I wouldn’t even have been here in the first place.

“Faith and Luna?”

“We don’t even text anymore.”

They were the only reason I didn’t mind working at the club, but as time passed, I realized that all they were at that period were colleagues. We didn’t have anything in common, and after Christian had sent us on a nice trip, they didn’t even have the decency to call and check up on me.

Christian went into deep thoughts. “Olava?”

“Her name is Olivia, and she lives too far away.”

“Right.” He squinted his eyes. “Those three villains you used to hang out with?”

Those three girls threw me aside right after I got back together with Christian. They didn’t take me any more seriously than I did myself.

“You said it yourself. They’re villains.” I said.

“And they had all distanced themselves from me after we got back together…because they see me as a joke.”

Advising me to remain friends with those girls was at least one thing Cesca was right about—because I doubt any of the other families would still want to hang out with me. Regardless of my relationship with Christian.

My heart broke seeing the guilty expression on Christian’s face. “I guess I’m responsible for that.” He muttered.

“Isobel?”

“No.” I scrunched my nose. “Somehow, my brother always seems to be the topic of the conversation.”

Not to forget, every time I looked at her, I got reminded that she was the same woman who had slept with Christian and wanted to get rid of my daughter.

Sure, she had changed, and I was happy for her and my brother—but I wouldn’t say I was ready to be best friends with her. We were on speaking terms.

“Carmen?”

“Not the same interests, and she’s like a baby to me.”

“My sisters or Dana—“

“I know them, but I do not know them.”

Christian opened his mouth to come up with another name that most likely wouldn’t make sense. “Oh wow, you really do not have friends.” He finally concluded, scratching his neck.

That took him some time.

“Don’t be like that. I have you!” I spoke, hitting his shoulder. “Saying it like that makes it seem like I’m the crazy one—“

“And you’re not!” Christian cut me off, holding me by my shoulders. “So don’t ever say something like that again.”

I was glad to know at least one person entirely had my back. Even my brothers, including Beau, side-eyed me for my impulsive behavior, but not Christian. I had no idea if it was because of love, but lately he just went along with it.

“You know what,” Christian spoke. “You’re right. We do have each other—and I do want you to come with me.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes, totally.” Christian sounded overly excited, but I knew it was fake. “I can call my mom to watch Siena, and we can go…together.” He didn’t want me there, but I didn’t mind.

I wanted to be there, and he came with the offer.

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Ultimately, we had dropped off Siena at the Lambertis and were on our way to the location.

“I’m not afraid, you know,” I told Christian after a peaceful silence. “To see your uncle again or to watch which fate awaits them?”

Christian grew a devilish smile on his lips. “I’m sorry, but I don’t remember asking.”

He didn’t have to tell me his thoughts because I was already aware. He didn’t want to see me in pain ever again, whether it was physically or mentally, but I was at that point where I just didn’t care anymore.

“I know you didn’t ask anything.” I sighed, grinning widely. “I’m just trying to talk to you.”

“About?”

About how you’re planning to kill your cousin while being the first one to give Enzo and Isobel, who had done the same—a pass.

“Nothing.” I grabbed my phone and searched for Enzo’s name. I knew I said I wouldn’t get involved anymore, and maybe I was crazy for thinking this way—but I didn’t want to see Luca die.