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

Christian’s clenched fist and wondered for how would’ve been able to endure this. I knew I

in kindergarten?” Christian commented. Yes, I was being petty, but I could not accept howFrancesca a pass and not me. “I’ve tried to be the bigger person and I can’t because I

trust me, I told you I would take care

on 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-“

me or not. Usually, Iaway embarrassed but I did not care, I wanted him to see how I felt— and it worked because I could

if you explaibetter. If you told me what would happen if I spoke back

I might not show you but I am just as bothered by everyone as

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

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

He

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

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

Ouch

hadn’t heard that sentence enough. It was a sentence that had got me expelled from school time aand

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

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 it. The hatred in his voice when he told me

I told him and pushed him away so I could finally get up. I walked out of his office

him, but he followed me to my room and closed the door. “It’s not like I grew

will milk you dry ulast

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

home so she did not raise me at all but she’s still my mother.” H“I’m scared and I don’t want the baby to grow up like I did or like you did…without any family support,

or the baby do not matter because apologized. After learning that he was just as scared as I was, I felt a bit better. His comment was