His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

A week had passed since the horror dinner and the past days had been quiet. Christian and I went back tother, and everyone including Emmanuella acted differently towards me as if I was the monster. Since monot an option I definitely agreed that there was no reason for us to talk unless it concerned the baby.

Even though it wasn’t like I did much anyway, I still felt extremely lonely and it was mainly due to living inmansion. Faith and Luna texted me now and then, but that was it. They obviously did not agree to me bemade up excuses whenever I asked them to come over.

The only person I could depend on was Olivia who had been shopping for baby clothes with me very oftIt was crazy how things had changed in just one single night, just when Christian and I were starting to g“Breakfast is ready!” Emmanuella knocked on the door. She was still as cheerful as one could be, but evethe look on her face meant. No one heard my side or my struggles, and all they got through was that I caLamberti a whore and threw a drink in her face. “I’m coming!”

I made my way downstairs and sat at the dining table while thinking about how many more days I had toexact same routine. When I heard my phone buzz I quickly unlocked it, hoping for it to be Olivia but it w

‘I heard a lot about you these days, let’s catch up!’ I read. I had forgotten all about him and never got ththank him for rushing to the hospital to come see me while he shouldn’t have. Before I even got the chaChristian had haunted him away. Thinking about it all of my issues did appear to start with Christian.

‘Sure, are you free tomorrow?’ I replied. I would do anything to get out of this house, even if it was to bewho had an obvious crush on me. Not even a minute after he told me that he would be picking me up tocouldn’t be any happier.

In the back of my mind, I thought about Christian and his unnecessary outbursts and told Vincenzo I womeeting point instead. It had appeared to be many were suffering because of me and I did not want it toonce again.

belly and started eating. “Still the appetite oI heard someone speak, followed by a giggle, and looked up to meet Marc’s eyes staring right into mine“Hi!” I greeted him full of excitement. Also, he had avoided me, and so did Johnny who

and sat down. “Serena, are you happy here?” He asked me as I fewatery. No, I wasn’t happy and I felt

I’m to blame, I’m sorry.” He sighed. Of course, he felt guilty, he was the one who told me to teabout my pregnancy— but in the end, he saved me. “Don’t say

to Francesca.” Marc threw the situation on to the table. No ondiscuss it with me,

a big mouth but she is also a respected woman. Christian trustedyou he would protect you if necessary, but you put him in

Him?

awkward

was the one who threw a drink

Marc raised his voice at me, and omisunderstood. So Francesca could just say everything and bring me down because she was a ‘respectedWhere was that respect when she threw a drink in

not excfrom bullying me. Maybe if he told me about his real job and about these ‘families’ I could understand hbut until then no

right, he didyou in. Everything he’s telling you to do is for the sake of the

wanted. They could hate me all they wanted, but all I them to accept my baby. “Yes, of