Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

“Take care of Sofia. She has a fragile heart.” I said.My mother stiffened like I just said something threatening to her, the way her grip on Sofia subtly shifted too. She's acting weird and I'm starting overthink it. Like is there something Sofia wasn’t supposed to say that they had to cut her in. Is it something I wasn’t supposed to remember? She didn’t respond, she just simply nodded in a cold kind of way that wasn’t like her. Not the woman I remembered that helped me grow up, at least.Sofia blinked up at her, confused, her small hand waving at me as a goodbye as my mother turned to the door. It took a few minutes before my mom came back. She brought bread and butter this time.“Was it okay for Signora Rossa to take good care of Sofia again? Are we not bothering her?" I askeda as she put down the bread and butter at the small table. She also adjusted my oxygen level. "Y'know that old woman loves taking care of Sofai. I'm sure she'll be fine." she answered casually"Did the Doctor

I don’t remember falling asleep that night. All I remember is the note hanging on the window. It was small, just a scrap really and it was taped at the glass like whoever left it wanted to make sure I’d see it before I could even breathe. I didn’t open it right away. I just stood there. My cold fingers brushed the edges of the small paper while the night air kissed the wounds on my back. The stars outside blinked like they were watching and waiting too. I finally unfolded it. And as usual, the handwriting was the same. "You will remember too, dolcezza." - M I read it out loud. I looked if it came with a rose but it didn't. But just as I closed the window and took a step to turn my back, I winced in pain. I looked down to see a rose underneath my foot. Goddammit! Out of all places for this thing to be is really beneath my foot? I carefully bend down and pulled the roses with unclipped thorns on my feet. Three months later life went on for me. I figured out that I won'

After my last conversation with my dad, I barely could sleep. I tried driving around the city to get my mind off our conversation but it feels like the weight became more even heavier knowing someone might probably watching my every move while driving this car. I have been restless since this afternoon. The city outside my car window looked like it was breathing with the lights blinking and shadows moving. And I just know that somewhere in those shadows, I know Matteo Ricci is watching me. But is he really the one that wanted to kill me? A part of me wanted to believe that maybe Lucca couldn't do the job properly and after I told everything that I was being stalked he might be using that for me to go after Matteo instead. I wasn’t sure if which one was just more dangerous. Is it my father's plan to execute the left heir of the Ricci or if the look in Matteo's eyes. I wanted to think that maybe he and I were just on the same mall and that maybe it wall just a coincidence and a mi

It’s past midnight and the city outside my window is quiet except for the occasional groan of a siren or the low rumble of cars down the avenue. I haven’t slept a second.After the conversation with my father earlier, I tried to close my eyes. I really did. I laid down and even turned off the lights, I counted backwards, I even held Sofia’s favorite blanket close to my chest to calm my nerves.But something kept me awake. His smirk and his lips kept bugging me. And now, this letter that somehow found its way inside my house.I only grabbed it because it had fallen out of the stack while I was putting the books at the shelves back. If he can slip this inside the house, then it would not be too hard for him to bypass security.The moment I opened it I knew it wasn’t like the rest. It wasn’t filled with cryptic poetry or sick confessions. There were only numbers.An address.Written neatly across the paper, in black ink that bled slightly around the edges like it had been written in hast

The night had twisted my whole being and nearly suffocating the shit out of my head. Matteo’s words echoed in my ears long after he left the mansion, his presence lingering in every shadow of that decaying place. And it still felt wrong calling that place names.Our child. He said that referring to Sofia. The weight of those words pressed down on me harder than any doubt or fear. Him? Sofia's father? That can't be possible.But my mind refused to give methat victory. Because I couldn’t remember anything. Not really.I sat on the cracked steps outside the mansion, the cold stone seeping through my thin coat, and tried to breathe. Tried to steady the storm raging in my chest.Our child? I repeated silently. If he’s telling the truth, then why do I have no memory of him? Why do I feel nothing but confusion and cold dread?Sofia was everything to me she kept me sane up until now. The daughter I had spent years protecting, loving, raising. And yet… how could she be Matteo’s child when I co