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.

called her a

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

could not accept howFrancesca a pass and not me. “I’ve tried to be the bigger person

trust me, I told you I would take care of

myself for you to protect me?” I asverge of tears. It seemed

“Serena-“

embarrassed but I did not care, I wanted him to see how I felt— and it worked because I

in an uncomfortable position and for that I’m sorry, and I wouldn’t if you explaibetter. If you told me what

show you but I am just as bothered by everyone as

I had expected both of us to apologize and move on,

embarrassed my entire family, put my position in dyou…what more do you want?” He asked, still not getting the point. “No, you did it for the baby who is aresponsibility! So don’t blame me for your sick

what?” He

I do. The point is that I can’t trust you to defend the baby if you have this strange delay in protectinshould’ve defended the baby from the first

easy as you think. You don’t have parents or

Ouch

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 me expelled from school time aand if I did not have a baby inside of

damage had already been done. His opinion was verdefinitely not mistaken. I came here to apologize, and this is what I got in

did not understand because I did nohe was right about that. He walked towards me and 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

business communicating with each other unless it’s about the baby, so way.” I told him and pushed him away so I could finally get up. I walked out of his office but he followed called out

he followed me to my room and closed the door. “It’s not like I grew up with paredon’t have the right to say

don’t want to hear your sob story, and if you’re worried about me leaving, I won’t. I will milk you dry

compete with my brothers. Till thisstill competing with my brothers.” He spoke and sat down next to me. This time

H“I’m scared and I don’t want the baby to grow up

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