His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 243

“All of that because I didn’t have his back?” I whispered to myself. Johnny rushed to Luca’s side—while Enzo slammed his arm around my shoulder.

“Don’t take it personally. He’s always been like that—whining like a little child.”

“Yes, I know.” I folded my arms. “But leaving me behind?”

“With me.” Enzo shrugged. “That means he trusts me—doesn’t it?”

“He’s not angry with you. He’s upset because you looked at him with those puppy eyes.” Dario stepped forward, smirking.

“What puppy eyes?” I pouted. “All I told him was not to murder his cousin, and now suddenly I’m the bad guy?”

Dario tapped his finger against my nose. “Those puppy eyes.” He showed me his dimples, making me blush. “Don’t worry about him too much, and just let him calm down.”

I didn’t love Dario the way I loved Christian. I had already ruled that one out, but having someone to talk to who shared the same interests and knowing he was back to his old self melted my heart.

He deserved happiness.

“So what will happen to uncle Berto?” Enzo’s look was full of curiosity. Both Johnny and Luca gave Dario their full attention.

“When all of you are out of here—I’ll burn him alive.” He spoke nonchalantly. “Don’t worry, I’ll show Christian his head—so he knows I’m not trying to screw him over.”

“Sounds fair.” Enzo agreed. Hearing them talk that casually made me want to throw up, but I was trying to keep myself together. I wasn’t cut out for this. Not at all.

“Then we’ll get out of your hair after Luca apologizes to Serena.” Johnny slammed his fist against his brother’s back. “Come on, go on!”

Luca, too afraid to meet my eyes, stepped closer and slowly raised his head. We made eye contact without either of us saying a word, and to be honest—I didn’t need his apology.

All I needed was for him to get back to his healthy self. I wanted him to relax and take a break from this crazy family.

Johnny might’ve dodged the curse, but Luca was a perfect result of bad upbringing. If someone should take the blame—it would have to be the Alfonzos for neglecting him.

“I can make many excuses for my actions, but I’m not going to do that,” Luca spoke just above a whisper. “I don’t think you’re waiting for my apology…but I’m sorry for everything—“

“I know.” I interrupted him, not wanting to hear any more. “Let’s not make it any more difficult.”

“Thank you.” Johnny almost held his brother in a chokehold as if he was afraid he could run out any second.

“Just take him to my place while I take care of Serena, and don’t try anything funny,” Enzo ordered. “If he tries something, we’ll all die.”

“Don’t worry. He won’t get anywhere.” Johnny looked determined. “I’ll make sure of that.”

“So then we’re all set to go?”

“Yes!” I opened my mouth, happy to get out of this place. “And good luck Dario. You’ll need it.”

Any person who could burn someone alive, even if that person was the absolute worst—needed it.

“Yes, you too.” Dario winked. “With the baby, who’ll probably throw a tantrum back home.”

“Siena?”

“No, Christian.”

—

It had been hours since I arrived home, and I had yet to face Christian.

I knew he was in his office because he had come down a few times to check up on Siena—but he was set on ignoring me.

I should’ve never interfered in the first place, and I might’ve been wrong, but that did not remove the fact that I had saved a life today, and given a chance, I would’ve done it again.

My only worries were Christian thinking I was taking advantage of his weakness, and that was not it. Even if he had ended up killing Luca, I would respect his decision.

Unable to take it any longer, I made him something to drink and knocked on the office door.

I had done the exact thing in the beginning, right after the terrible dinner Cesca had organized, and it helped us back then—so why not now?

“Christian?” I called out his name but got no answer in return.

It took me a moment to get it through my head—but this was also my house which was why I opened the door as I was allowed to and stomped to his desk.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d answer me like a normal human being.” I put down the cup on the table with an attitude and sat down on his desk, closing his laptop. “I made you tea.”

“I was watching a movie.”

“And I said I made you tea.”

Christian rested his chin on his hand, eyeing me suspiciously. “Is it poisoned?”