His Promise: The Mafia's Babies
“Too bad we’re having dinner—because I would’ve loved to see this showdown!”
“I bet you would’ve,” Christian spoke, leaning back in his chair, knowing it wouldn’t have been a showdown. Luca didn’t stand a chance.
“Luca, do you have anything to say to Christian?” Berto turned to his son. I looked sideways and waited for Luca’s words, curious about what he had to say.
“Yes, I do.” Luca swallowed before answering. “I didn’t mean to stab you in the back…with a fork.”
All heads turned to Christian, who shrugged, smirking. “I bet you didn’t.”