His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Do you feel accomplished by embarrassing me?” I turned around and asked Luna.

“Yes.” She smiled back. It was evening and Christian and Matteo had already left. While Olivia was helpinschool assignment, Luna and I were watching a movie.

“Aren’t you scared?” She suddenly asked. “Scared of what?”

“You know…scared of that Fabio guy breaking in and taking you away.” She spoke. “No, not really.” I lied.that I was terrified, but me showing just how terrified I was, would only make things worse.

I could only imagine Christian’s reaction when I’d tell him that I did not like it here and I did not want him“So you will survive all alone?” She chuckled.

“Let’s stop talking about me, let’s talk about you,” I told her and turned my head to face her. “I know it ibusiness, but what happened between you and Johnny?”

Luna rolled her eyes at me. “I was already afraid you were going to ask.”

“It was nothing much, he asked me how I felt about him and I told him that I could not give him an answthing I told your brother.” She simply shrugged her shoulders.

“Why?” I wondered. She could pick out one or the other, but she wouldn’t and in a way, it was botheringdon’t know what they want with me. They could’ve had anyone—but they choose to have a stripper as iffollow in Christian’s footsteps, no offense.” She explained. “It feels like a game to them, if Christian can d“And what makes you say that?” I asked Luna. “Johnny wants to make a housewife out of me and Emilio me a stepmother…I don’t want to be either one—and I’m here with you because I love you, but I don’t winvolved with the mafia either, you know that—I’m not like you.” She reminded me. If she only knew wha“So what you’re telling me is that you don’t like either one of them?”

“I never said that.” Luna chuckled. “What I said is that they want me for the wrong reasons and will throwthey get bored—other than dancing on a pole, what else do I have to offer men like that?”

Her words hit me hard. They were rough but it was true and it kept me thinking. What did I have to offerthan the baby…absolutely nothing.

“No, no, no.” Luna scolded me and slapped my cheek. “Christian has shown everyone how far he’s willin—so don’t even think like that!” She read my mind.

Once again she was right. Christian had the best intentions and if he really wanted me out of the picture—noticed by now.

hated his guts, mainly for being fine yet an asshole and I know that I was the one who told youway

at expressing his feelings, but even then he tried and even wenbringing all of

as the threat was

into two monsafe house while being eight months pregnant was not how I had pictured it, but here I

visits were getting less and less—and whenever I asked Christian about whylong he would tell me not to worry and to relax. Whenever I

wrong, I still loved him—but knew things

Instead, I haBeau,

the garden was nice and pretty, I missed the outside air. I felt like I was in a prison—and beievery second. I knew it was necessary, but

of my little girl, and how active she had been. I could ashe was an extremely energetic baby—and

sick of being in my stomach

she handed me a cup of tea. She had befather, and she was around the same age as me—so it was nice

weeks, I had made a pact with myself to not let others seemy tears, so I hid them. In the past, I tended to be an overdramatic immature brat, but so much had chanI would often rethink the past and how much different it could’ve been if I had already changed back thethe new me would’ve never given Francesca the satisfaction—and would’ve just

telling him he loved

more week.” Amanda placed her hand

be out of here sooner than you think.” Sreassure me, but behind her smile, I could see the same expression as I had,

I was so confident in

Christian—so the baby will probably end up with Christina or

question. What did I want? “I want to ge“I know.” She gave me a sympathetic smile. My eyes drifted to my phone

one.” I excused myself and walked out of the kitchen to run to my bedrooasked as I picked up the phone, but

I tried again and heard a whimper. “Luis, what’s wrong, tell

tried to calm him downBeau?” I asked with an awful pit in my stomach and closed my eyes—preparing myself for the worse. “Heand he told me to

They knew…

that Beau