His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 235

Serena

It hadn’t even been a full day, but I already felt like going crazy. Were they really going to keep me tied to a bed for as long as they could?

Escape…for some reason, that word sounded perfect and difficult all at once. I would not be able to escape this hell hole, even if I wanted to, and would get myself killed before I could even step foot out the door.

I stared at the massive clock on the wall, realizing Luca could walk in any second. The only times I wouldn’t be cuffed to the bed would most likely be breakfast, lunch, dinner, and bathroom breaks.

Although freedom sounded very tempting, getting through Luca was not easy and seemed like an impossible mission. Should I just risk my life and make a run for it?

I heard the lock on the other side of the door and prepared myself to face Luca. Just as expected, he barged in with a bundle of clothes in his hands. “It’s time for dinner. You need to change.”

He walked straight to the bed and freed my hands without giving me a single glance. Would it be because of guilt or disgust?

“I managed to get you a long dress this time,” Luca spoke softly. “This one has sleeves.”

Guilt

1 got up from the bed and grabbed the clothes. “Thank you, that’s nice of you.” I smiled, entering the bathroom.

After changing clothes, I followed Luca back to the same dining room where Berto had shot someone dead just hours ago. How could I even eat something, knowing someone’s lifeless body had been on this very floor?

Luckily, Berto was nowhere to be found. Even then, I was still frightened and was not in the mood for any surprises.

“Can I sit next to you?” I asked, one second removed from pleading.

Luca raised his brows and pulled out a chair. “I can’t see why not.”

Sitting at the table, I felt my hands sweaty and couldn’t control my nerves. All I had to do was eat, smile and keep quiet. That would be possible, right?

“You’re right on time.” A cold presence entered the room. Afraid to look at him the wrong way. I kept my eyes fixated on the table and did not dare look up.

shy!” Berto called out. “Get up,

“Do it.”

followed his orders and showed off the dress as Berto took a sharp breath. “That’s not the dress

begging for his help.

her to death. If Christian sees her like this-

Christian?

mine!” Berto exclaimed, making me

few more complaints.

way, I pitied him. I could understand his anger, and he

spoke once the food had arrived. I stared

knew me. He had never forced me to eat anything I didn’t like and had always been thoughtful

I did or did not empty my plate so he could mention it to

Berto started tapping his feet on the floor. “I couldn’t join you for lunch because I was working on a

for a second. Special project? Wasn’t this man going to stop?

not planning anything crazy” Berto shrugged. “Although, I would love to kill father.” He

could tell I wasn’t the biggest fan of Franco either, but wishing dead upon that man? That went

eyes searched for mine. “Serena?”

“Y-yes?”

scaring you?”

Yes

to find the words to say-but Berto

Berto shared. “You should’ve seen his face when I told him

goosebumps creeping on my arms. The way he spoke about Dario’s deceased uncle made me want to throw up.

was actually thinking about blowing up that entire building with all of you in it, but Luca convinced me not to do it.” He said, looking tense. “Now that I think about it, I’m happy I did not

hearing the

inside of it?

despite claiming to care about Lucio, he was willing to blow up everyone at the photo shoot–just to destroy

had enough heart to stop his

my sons and me, but somehow the Lambertis managed to get Dario to betray me.”