His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Should I knock, or should I not knock.

That was the only thing going through my mind as I paced back and forth through the hallway. Christianright in front of me and I had seen him go in there, but I remembered Emmanuella’s words and her clearnot bother him when he’s busy, but I had no choice.

It was the same routine he followed. He went into his office and after that, he disappeared to wherever hdid not do it now, I had to wait until tomorrow.

I took a deep breath and gathered my courage before knocking on the door. “Come in.” He called out andoor.

He was sitting behind his desk and was busy on his laptop, ignoring my every existence. I cleared my thrin front of him.

“Just a second.” He said and finished typing before closing the laptop. Our eyes met and neither of us haI didn’t know whether to glare or smile or what to do, because I never had a problem with him. He was tangry with me.

“How’s the baby?” He asked with a worried look on his face. “Good.”

“And how are you?” He asked next and once again I gave him the same answer. He did not seem angry aseemed weird because I clearly remembered his outburst. “And how are we?”

“I don’t know, you tell me, Christian. You’re the one who told me not to talk to you unless it’s about the It seemed as if he was trying to make it seem as if I was the problem, while there was only one instigatorFrancesca.

“Well things have changed, the baby will have a very poor upbringing if we can’t communicate as parentwanted to believe that he meant it, but it was clearly all an act and I was completely fine with it. After thewe did not have to see each other ever again unless it was for a visit— so I was completely okay with it. “finally figured it out.”

“I’m trying to make up with you, and you’re not making it any better. Let’s keep it nice.” He said, trying hstay calm. I bet he wanted to yell at me again, but even if that’s what he wanted I wouldn’t let him.

“Nice? Just how nice our evening started last week?” I asked, thinking about how good we bonded in themother had to go and ruin everything.

“Serena, I know that she treated you terrible but you threw a drink in my mom’s face!” He spoke in disbesurprisingly enough seemed close to dropping this fake act. “After she did it first.” I reminded him.

None of this would’ve happened if she left me alone.

her

I repeated once again. I looked at Christian’s clenched fist and wondered for how would’ve been able to endure this. I knew I was provoking him, but for there to be no misunderstandingthe truth had to be told. “So? You be

petty, but I could not accept howFrancesca a pass and not me. “I’ve tried to be

and I told you to trust me, I told

the floor drowning in tears and embarrass myself for you to protect me?” I asverge of tears. It seemed no matter what I would always feel alone. Everything was always my fault.

“Serena-“

from his chair and looked at my tears, unsure whether to comfort me or not. Usually, Iaway embarrassed but I did not care, I wanted him to see how I felt— and it worked because

sorry, and I wouldn’t if you explaibetter. If you told me

am just as bothered by everyone as you

expected both of us to apologize and move on,

entire family, put my position in dyou…what more do you want?” He asked, still not getting the

what?” He

I told him, but he wasn’t finished yet. “You don’t “Yes, I do. The point is that I can’t trust you to defend the baby if you have

easy as you think. You don’t have

Ouch

had somewhat of a good heart and stopped talking after seeing my face. You don’t have pareAs if I hadn’t heard that sentence enough. It was a sentence that had got

opinion was verdefinitely not mistaken. I came here to apologize, and this is what I

held down my arms before I could get up from the c“I’m sorry, I should not have said that.” He said, but his words were meaningless. It was just to make me was it. The hatred in his voice when he told me I did not have anyone could not

about the baby, so way.” I told him and pushed him away so I could finally

but he followed me to my room and closed the door. “It’s not

I won’t. I will milk you dry ulast penny because you asked me to.” I told

love and made me compete with my brothers. Till thisstill competing with my brothers.” He spoke and sat

baby to grow up like I did or like you did…without any family support, sothings right

you or the baby do not matter because apologized. After learning that he was just as scared as I was, I felt