His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

“About Christian?” Vincenzo frowned his eyebrows. I felt bad because it seemed as if he had expected msomething else, but he was the only one who could give me answers at the moment. “What about him?”“Is he ignoring you because you threw a drink on Francesca?” He asked while my eyes went big. “News tfamilies know about it.” He continued.

“He’s not ignoring me…we’re okay.” I smiled.

“Well for starters, you said you’ve known him for a long time. What was he like when he was younger?” Iquestion which popped up in my head. For some reason, I could not imagine a young Christian.

Vincenzo laughed and sighed while shaking his head. This was going to be good.

“We grew up with a lot of children from all the other families.” He began. I thought about Isobel who hadwas a family friend.

“No matter which game we were playing, Christian always had to be the boss. He was the youngest out oeveryone followed him and no one questioned him.” Vincenzo explained. “So it’s not very different fromnow?”

“No, not really,” Vincenzo confirmed. “Although, when he’s not working or not in a bad mood he’s actuaperson. He loves to joke around, laughs a lot-“

“Laughs a lot?” I chuckled and thought about the standard cold look on his face. “Yes, he laughs a lot…hepeople and is even a bit childish I would say.” Vincenzo smiled. The way he was speaking about Christianwonder if the fight they had was really about me and I couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“I guess one thing is different.” Vincenzo suddenly changed his mind. “Instead of looking up to him, theydown on him. He’s not that ambitious so him taking over his dad got a lot of people angry.”

Hearing Vincenzo’s side made me feel sorry for Christian. While I was worried about a few girls looking dhad all eyes on him— waiting for him to fail just as he had told me.

“How about…your dad?” I asked, unsure whether his dad or his mom was the powerful one. “Dad.” Vinceconfirmed.

“My mom passed away when I was younger.” He explained with a forced smile on his face. Why did I alwthe line?

“I don’t know my parents.” I quickly sulked to get myself some pity points.

Vincenzo spoke. Complicatedmade me even more curious because there had to

If the Lamberti’s were some crazy family after all, I at least had to find out

probably worrying about nothing. “I assume Luis is your half brothe“Yes, you

was fourteen. My dad brought him from Canada.” Vincenzobe your bodyguard?” I asked and Vincenzo nodded his head.

Luis and I were having the time of our lives while Vincenzo and Beau walked behinLuis and I took the time to

and hugged me. I patted the

next time you have to chouse!” Luis offered and ran to his brother

a wink. “Beau, can you wait here wand I get some food?” Vincenzo asked and walked away

sat down at the rock by the fountain and joined him. “Are you hof the house?” He asked me and those were the first words

but I was okay with it because I was the not that Christian is

his eyes. He blinked a few times and mback. “W-we have the same eye color, won’t you look at that.” I stammered and looked the other way. I

to me, so.” Beau sighed. “But I can understand why he hates Vincenzo at the moyou work in a factory

whVincenzo. “So your family is from Canada? You grew up there?” I

is a

I reassured him to make him feel better, which seemed to have

first, I was scared and did not even want

I told him.

and hugged Beau. Even though Beau grew up without a family, the smface whenever he played with Luis made me believe that he was okay with how things were. Would I alsohow things were

time in a while felt in a good mood wother than Olivia. Vincenzo who had originally annoyed me at the factory was too nice for

time to leave and I wished I could’ve stayed“You can call me whenever, I’m stuck at home doing nothing

I called out and opened my arms. He seemed flustered but accepted my hug anyway. “Beau wona handshake.” Vincenzo scoffed, making Beau pull away with a shy glare on his

no idea whether Vernon reporto Christian or not, but what I was doing wasn’t exactly any of their