His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

“Luis!” I whispered as I walked into the completely dark warehouse.

Escaping the house was not as hard as I thought it would be because the security was not as tight in the Leaving through the garden door which led straight to the path which led to the subway was a piece of cCinderella—I knew that that exact same door was heavily protected after midnight.

The best thing about the safe house would have to be that no one really spoke to me unless spoken to—say was that I was going to take a nap and I was good to go.

“Luis?” I called out again and opened my phone flashlight. When I heard footsteps coming my way I tooand looked around. What if it was a trap?

“Serena?” I heard Luis’s voice, as he ran towards me and hugged me. I knelt to look at him and brushed side. “Serena, you really came!”

“I did, now let’s go!” I wrapped my arm around him and began walking until I suddenly stopped in my stme Beau’s phone,” I ordered him, as a startled Luis handed it over.

It had suddenly occurred to me that the moment someone would track Beau’s phone, we would’ve beenabsolutely did not want that. Without any hesitation, I threw the phone against the wall and watched as into pieces.

“I was only able to pack a few things with me.” Luis opened his bag and showed me the clothes inside. Itenough for a few days.

“Good, now let’s get out of here,” I told Luis and wrapped a scarf around his shoulder, the same way I hamyself. The last thing I wanted was for someone to recognize either one of us. “Where are we going?” Luheld my hand to hold me back. “You can’t bring me to uncle Lucio, if he finds me he’ll…”

“I know—I will hide you and I will protect you, but we have to go now,” I told him and pulled him out of We walked at a fast pace and made our way to the subway station. Taking a car would’ve been a lot easiein the driveway of the safe house would’ve been a bit impossible.

“Hide!” Luis gulped and pulled me behind a corner. My eyes followed his and landed on the person whoin a very long time, Vincenzo.

Seeing him for the first time after knowing what kind of monster he had become, made me gulp—and kwhere Beau was didn’t make it all that better.

through his hair and paced back and forth with a worried look on his face. Luis is

had disowneVincenzo was not to blame for being a monster. “Do you want to go back

mhe would’ve seen me. Even though I was ready to fight for his life, I was pretty sure it was

before they looked back at Luis. “We run at thgot

he must’ve fechanged, he’s not the same person anymore.” Luis sighed and stared at his brother as the train sped awa“It’s not your fault you know…the thing which happened with his mom—it’s not your fault.” Luis looked big dark brown eyes. His eyes yelled innocence, and I wanted to believe the wise eleven-year-old, but

just doing

going to learn him a lesson. He sometimes teaches Vincenzo a lesson too…so he wontrembled as I held

Fabio waknew the situation was serious and that he had always been

that the reason why Vincenworried about losing Luis had to

expression on his face. In the time we hadwas so invested in doing fun stuff and felt guilty for never showing more interest in their lives. All I caredChristian while all the puzzle pieces were right

hate him.” I watched how tears left Luis’ eyes. “I hate him, I can’t stand him!” He cried as all which coueyes was hatred. I had so many questions and all I wanted to know was whether or not Beau

arms wrapped around his body, we had made our way to the safe house, and I was grateful for enough to turn off the camera system for a few hours. I had predicted that I would’ve been sick of stayindiscovered how to control it, but

anyone would be in hishim upstairs was not as hard as I thought it would be—and reminded me that these people must’ve eithexhausted or just really bad at

from my bed. He sat down on the bed as my

his two hands and accepted it with a

thinking this through, but no one could help me. I

one can know that you’re in here.

kicked in that he had only packed a few things,

doing

I even find clothes for

someone for help, but then again…who