His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

“Luis, opinions on Isobel? You know her right?” I entered my room and made my way to the closet to fre“You poor thing, I kept you here for a really long time.” I sighed and hugged him, but he seemed comple“Did you tell Christian?” He asked with hopeful eyes, but I shook my head. “No, I didn’t—the fewer peopthe better.”

“But we can trust Christian, he would never hurt me.” Luis pulled my shirt. I felt bad that he was living in and I did not want to wake him. He was right, Christian wouldn’t hurt him—but he would most likely senwhich was no different from hurting him.

“Luis, how is your bond with Isobel?” I asked him once again. “Aunt Isobel is nice to me, I trust her.” He sme. Won’t you look at that? There was another person who liked her.

“I heard she was a snake.” Luis looked at me with curious eyes. Wow, the news really did travel. Just the iembarrassing herself like that made me feel satisfied.

“Yeah I think she might be past that, that’s why I’m asking you what your bond is like,” I told him. I woulsome more about these correct accusations which involved Isobel being a snake, but now was not the timher aunt so, that’ll do.”

Luis looked at me with a worried look on his face and shook his head. “Will she help me? But I want to stBeau told me to stay with you!” He spoke in fear. It seemed like he really trusted Beau’s words, which maeven worse. No matter what, I had to keep him safe.

“I’m not going anywhere, but you need a fresh set of clothes—and I need to know my brother is still oka“I told you, he still is!” Luis tried to convince me one more time, but until I had seen Beau with my own twnot say the same. “I have to know for sure.”

“Don’t you have…twin telepathy?” Luis asked as I let out a chuckle. He was funny, I’ll give him that. “I wisbecause if we did, we wouldn’t be here right now.” I ruffled my hands through his hair and grabbed the tnightstand. “How about you go and watch something fun while I’ll call…aunt Isobel.”

I opened my cabinet and threw some snacks on the bed for Luis. He didn’t seem like he was going to givuseful information anytime soon, so I at least had to keep him quiet. “Here you have some popcorn, cand“It’s morning?” Luis looked at me with a confused look on his face.

“Nooo, it isn’t, we’re one minute past noon,” I spoke with my hands in my hips as I stared at my alarm cleven bothered to look at the time—and gave him snacks to eat. The parenting would work out perfectly

“Yeah, okay!” Luis smiled and opened a bag of chips. It was not ideal, but it at least kept him quiet for nobathroom for a while,” I told Luis, and locked the door, so no one could barge into the room. “Try to makwhispered at him before closing the bathroom door.

I pulled out my phone and searched for Isobel’s name. This was definitely going to be something. Let’s sup.

“Hello?” I heard the all too familiar voice and froze up for a second. Was I crazy? This was the same personot only have me but also my baby killed.

Get it together Serena, you need her.

“Isobel, is that you?” I asked, knowing very well that it was. “S-serena?” She spoke as all the power in herdisappeared. Suddenly not that confident anymore, now were we?

what I have to say. Christian told me that

I did—I know it might seeyou

as I was not in the mood to listen

don’t like where

her as I tried to get rid of the little doubt she might’ve

was clearly working. “Listen, are you willing for my

when Cesca told me to go on my knees to apologize—but not even an apology

cut you off if I really want it—so your friendship with him dependclear, knowing that whatever friendship they had, used to be a bit more than that. I was

breath as she went into deep thoughts. She had no choice

know where I’m

chuckled, probably thinking I was playing with her.

her the address of the safe house would also be a risk—bwas willing

told me, my friendship with Christian depends on you so.” Isobel

you from trying to kill me. I need to know, can I trust you?” I repeated the same question. I from her mouth.

let out a relieved breath and leaned my head against the wall. Everything was

and I need you to come over—right now.” I immediately

underwear for an eleven-year-“Huh?” Isobel asked in shock. “Huh?” I mocked her right after. She was in no position to question any of “Serena, is this some kind of

I heard you tried

“Serena…”

this address with a set of underwear and clothes for an eleven-year-old boy anyone I called you or what we’ve discussed,” I spoke, making sure not to leave anything

message—because I don’t think

myself. Seeing this desperate and hopeless side of Isobel was a presenwhat she deserved. “Okay, then I’ll see you soon—you have

asked, but I was

my eyes before realizing that she couldn’t see me. For someone who sashamed to be

before she hung up the