His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 112

“Is it really okay for me to visit him?” Dario asked. “I’m not that good with dead bodies.”

“Hey, watch your words!” I scolded him. He almost sounded like Matteo. “Vince is not dead. He can probably hear us too-so watch your words around him.”

“Got it, I’m sorry,” Dario spoke. “You’re scary when you’re angry, but I like angry women-it turns me on.” He smirked as we walked into the elevator.

“Of course it does,” I smirked back. Dario shamelessly flirting with me despite knowing I had a fiance took a lot of courage, that was for sure. He leaned his hand against the wall and stared at me while I looked the other way and tried to avoid his gaze.

“It looks like Siena loves your rose!” I changed the subject and pointed to Siena, who had put the toy into her mouth. “It appears so.” Dario spoke and kept his eyes on me.

“Look, we’re here.” I smiled, relieved, and pushed the stroller out of the elevator. Serena, you’re not Christian, I told myself over and over again. My awkwardness was not because I felt uncomfortable, but it was because I felt at ease. I felt too comfortable, while I shouldn’t.

“Isn’t that your brother?” Dario asked and pointed ahead. “It is,” I spoke, but my eyes moved to the person walking next to him, Isobel. Beau seemed happy, and so did she. They were laughing with each other and appeared to be having a good time.

“Why are they holding hands? Didn’t she try to get you and the baby killed?” Dario shrugged his shoulders. That was the exact thing Matteo meant by Beau embarrassing the family, but it was not a big deal to me. Yes, people would start talking-and no, I still wasn’t that fond of Isobel, but if she made him. happy, there was nothing I could do.

“Dario, do you know how many times in a week I see my brother smile?” I asked him as he shook his head. “Never, he never smiles. He’s so tensed and done with the world, to the point I sometimes call him late at night, just to check whether he’s still alive-and I barely see him like this.” I told him.

“So you tell me what’s more important. The past or my brother’s future?”

Dario smiled and ruffled his hand through my hair. “I think we can all learn a lot from you. You’re smart, intelligent…hot.”

“Thanks for the compliment, I think you’re right.” I laughed.

“Serena?” Beau spoke, surprised. I looked down at Beau and Isobel’s hand, which he immediately released before he put some space in between them. “So much for bringing Luis to school.” I laughed and walked closer to hug him.

“Yes, I had nothing to do-so I visited Vince, and uh…what are the two of you doing together?” He asked and looked from me to Dario. “No, what are the two of you doing together?” I smiled and looked at Isobel.

“Nothing, we just happened to be at the same place,” Beau spoke as if he was trying to hide the truth, while poor Isobel just stood there with an uncomfortable look on her face. She always had a lot to say, but lately she didn’t. The overconfident brat I met had disappeared entirely and changed into a shy person.

What else could she do when she looked right at the woman and the baby she tried to get killed?

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Dario Orlando-nice to meet you.” Dario broke the awkward silence and patted Beau on his shoulder. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Beau patted him back before his eyes traveled to

looked down, embarrassed. Not the entire universe had to know about my relationship problems. “And you must be Isobel Sala.” Dario saved me for the second time and

that smart to mention your last name, now that you’re disowned and all.” Dario laughed at his own joke while Beau glared at him.

I chuckled as my mind went to my delivery. “Yes, I know-you threatened all the poor nurses to give you a

why you don’t want any babies with me?” He commented while I tried my best to ignore him. “Babies?”

kisses. Siena went back to her usual babbles and had a one-sided. conversation with Beau while Dario stared at the two them. “I still think it’s horrifying a four-month-old baby has so much

before he focused his

I nodded my head and rushed past him. This whole conversation was awkward enough. “Bye, Isobel!” I called out as I turned my head to look at her one last

you look at that?” Dario snickered. “Well, she tried to get us killed-so.” I raised my eyebrows. Dario laughed and held up his hands in defense. “I’m sorry,

was not that fond of Beau in the first place, and Isobel being in the picture only made it worse. I said. whatever I had to say to Matteo, but this was as far

do when all of you are on a self-destruct mission,” Dario muttered as

door in front of us. Seeing Vince was always a hard thing to do, and I had never done it without Christian. We were both having a hard time and we both felt guilty-so we

The usual nurse gave me a polite smile and immediately left the room to give me some space. My eyes moved to Vince, who was still in the same state, and if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought he was

improved that much, he was able to breathe on his own. “Come on, wash

corner and sat down next to Vince

doesn’t matter who it is, but he never likes to be alone.” I smiled as I remembered

them at their table.

really remind me of him. I think that’s the reason why I like you so much.” I confessed, I missed. Vince’s positivity, and after he turned against me I had to learn

Dario asked. I laughed at his stupid question. Feelings? “No, absolutely not.”

me he liked me, while I

scoffed. “No disrespect, but we’re not the same.”

for Vince, while Dario looked

is my heart, we can all blame Enzo and Isobel, but he wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for me-so do you mind?” I asked, annoyed. “No, you do you.” Dario laughed and reached

led the prayer. Dario was different

Serena. You can’t do

I could not coach Christian about not being loyal while I had a dumb crush. on another man. “Amen,” I

admit it, but I didn’t. I thought I knew what I wanted, but I wasn’t even sure about my future. “I assume that’s a no.” Dario

make the world a better place. I haven’t known you for that long-but I don’t

so I can’t turn back

Listen, we can’t call a school bully a good

I always had to beg for some advice. “I

own charity to prevent stuff like that from happening to other children?” Dario suggested. It all sounded very nice, but there

is Dario Orlando. I’ll help you.” He immediately offered his help. “Think about it, and if you really want to do it-I’ll help you. You’re an Alfonzo, so you’re influential, rich, and powerful, don’t waste your time at school, and don’t miss out on spending time with your daughter.” Dario advised. For some reason, nothing other than

Christian, who could only say I didn’t have to go if I didn’t want to, Dario gave

breath. There was no point in comparing because there was