His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 110

Christian

“Who is there?” Lucio asked after hearing three knocks on the door. “It’s your favorite son!” Christian called out.

Lucio smiled and sat up straight. “Gio? Come in!” He joked. Christian rolled his eyes and opened the door to enter the bedroom. “No, it’s Enzo.” He chuckled. After hearing his son’s name, the look on Lucio’s face had changed. “Then you can go again.” He spoke.

Christian sighed and walked over to the bed to hold his father’s hand. “I know you miss him a lot.”

“I don’t.” Lucio growled. “I won’t forgive him, over my dead body.”

The sound of those words was a nightmare to Christian. He did not wished to see his dad stressed and wanted him to make up with Enzo, but he also didn’t want a repeat of what happened at the Garcia’s

estate.

“Where are Serena and Siena? Are they sick of me already?” Lucio chuckled. Christian smiled back and shook his head. “I decided to come clean about my mistakes after all, so now we’re on a ‘break’ whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

“Oh?” Lucio furrowed his eyebrows. “But she’s still wearing her ring, right?”

Christian smiled and thought of Serena and how thoughtful she was. She was still pissed, but she did not want to worry Lucio-so she asked for her ring back. “Yes, she’s still wearing it-she’s just pissed, and she wants to poke me in my eyes, but you don’t have to worry. She’ll be home next week.”

“She left home?” Lucio sighed. Christian did not want to burden his dad with this news, but the thought of Christian losing Serena bothered Lucio. “How are you taking it? Please tell me you’re keeping it together?” Lucio worried.

He knew all too well about Christian’s lousy habit and was not in the mood for a relapse. “Dad, I told you I’m done drinking and smoking. I have Siena now, so I have to find another way to deal with my crap. Whether I like it or not.”

Lucio nodded his head and ruffled Christian’s hair the same way he did when he was younger. “What are you doing?” Christian laughed as he pushed away his hand.

“I hadn’t done that in years, I felt the need to do that at least one time before-”

“Dad, don’t do that.” Christian took a deep breath. “Don’t say stuff like that. I can’t take it when you say stuff like that. Please don’t!”

that, then I won’t say stuff like that. Let’s live in

was going down the

tell him Christian was weak and would fail, but Lucio jumped on every opportunity to defend him. He did not mind him being soft. As long as he had his life together, he

nose. “The bed you and mom made us in? No thanks.” He spoke as he pulled out a chair and placed the laptop on the

always been prepared.” Christian rolled his eyes.

not like in the beginning and a lot had changed. Lucio became skinnier and sicker by the day. Even though all of the Lamberti’s knew the truth-the other families did not, and it would only be a matter of time. Hiding it was not

he had ever taught his son, and he would do it again and again until he did not have the

you don’t want to hear it-but after I’m gone, you will hear of uncles and cousins who were side-eyeing us and waiting for an opportunity. It’s not theirs, it’s yours-but grandpa will help

who had retired a long time ago, but also Franco did not want everything his late father build up to go up in flames, so he

continue the Lamberti businesses came from Siena. He was willing to do everything so

you get married before I completely give out-it’s so unfortunate.” Lucio sighed. Christian felt terrible because he knew it was one of his dad’s biggest wishes-but he also knew he brought it upon himself. No one told him to go and cheat on Serena,

tell Serena the truth, but he also had a choice to spare Lucio-and even though he loved Serena, his first choice would’ve always been Lucio. Serena will survive, he will not, Christian thought. “So, what

wanted him to leave. Lucio was embarrassed by his health and didn’t want anyone to see him like this, but Christian didn’t care. “I’ll give you your yogurt and your medicine, and after that, I’ll

ah!” Christian teased him and played with the spoon. “I’m not an infant. I’m your father.” Lucio growled while Christian laughed. He had not closed an eye since yesterday and missed taking care of Siena-but being able to take care of his dad made him happy. Taking

after seeing the angry look on Lucio’s face and fed him his yogurt. “I love you so much, son.” Lucio suddenly

too, dad.” Christian chuckled. Ramiro had prepared him for this, and unlike before, Christian knew how to handle love. It was an unknown feeling to him-but after Serena

you were younger, you cried, begged me to show them mercy-asked yourself why your dad was such a

father, I would.”

Christian spoke as he shove the spoon into Lucio’s mouth. “You can go and sleep. You don’t have to be awake for me.” Christian reassured him after he was

yawned. Christian held back his tears and rested his hand on Lucio’s forehead. His worst nightmare was for his dad to close his eyes for the last time. It was for his dad to close his eyes, only for them not

immediately reached for a cup of water. “You’re okay. I’m

watch his dad for several hours. He did not know for how long, and he did not care, but he was willing to look after Lucio for as long as

Francesca came in to drag him out and he kissed his father’s

the kitchen table. “I don’t want them to end things like this, Enzo did a lot, but he risked his life to help us-and I

same thing-but we have to think about his health” Cesca sighed. Christian looked at the eye-bags under his mom’s eyes, but he couldn’t feel bad-he could only admire her. He knew Lucio was in good hands, and he knew his mom would be taking care of

had often said how Cecsa never cared for anything other than her handbags and that she did not truly love Lucio, but just like Lucio, Christian knew it was a lie. There was no one else who loved his

All he wanted was to take care of Siena, but he couldn’t. He could still not understand how a four-month-old baby could change his life, but he was okay with it. Siena was the first thing he thought about when he woke up and more. precious than