His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 233

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.

even survive this without my family, Christian or Siena?

was the right decision, I could

lunch with you!” I blurted.

just escape?

Christian, I could also escape

warehouse, so I could just go back home and forget about all of

more. He made a promise, but unfortunately,

got up from the bed and brushed my fingers through my hair, making

week.” He spoke. “We should

“And your dad?”

be bothering

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

really sit back and do nothing in exchange

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

“I don’t know if you remember, but I once made it for

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

conspiring with his dad and Dario, Dario had pushed them aside

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

pasta. If I was going to make the best out of my time,

disrespectful names he had called me, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for his

Luca flinched and backed away, carrying a pained expression. “We did.

was

his knee, changing the subject. “Did your dad do this to

frowned, offended. “It was Christian.”

my second fail.

words would somehow turn to the Lambertis or Christian, so I decided

don’t want to be here, do you?” Luca suddenly

because I can’t seem to find another way to protect Christian and my

told you dad wouldn’t hurt you….but he’s lost it.” He spoke. “It’ll

me all he wanted, but

better?” I asked, startled. “Do you hate me

slightly. “We never really had many issues in the family until you came along.” He dropped his fork. “I’ve always felt invisible, and then you

baby’s name is Siena,

scoffed and dismissed my words with

for me?” I mentioned. “I wish

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