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

the entire universe had to know about my relationship problems. “And you must be Isobel Sala.” Dario saved me for the second time and stuck out his hand to

smart to mention your last name, now that you’re disowned and all.” Dario laughed at his own joke while Beau glared at him. Just when he was about to speak up, I shook my head to stop him. “Are you here to visit Vince?”

I know-you threatened all the poor nurses to give you a c-section.” Beau made fun of me while Dario

ignore him. “Babies?” Beau chuckled and looked at me for an explanation. “Beau, you should say goodbye to your niece. Dario and I

while Dario stared at

praised Siena before he focused his attention on me. “So, I’ll see you later?”

was awkward enough. “Bye, Isobel!” I called out as I

you look at that?” Dario snickered. “Well, she tried to

wondered. No, there was no way and he made it very clear. He 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 as I would go, and I did not want to be

on a self-destruct mission,” Dario muttered as I turned my

always a hard thing to do, and I had

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

breathe on his own. “Come on, wash your hands.” I nudged Dario and pulled him along while he followed my

a corner and sat down next to Vince with Dario on the other side of him. “Can

like to believe he can. Vince loves company-it doesn’t matter who it is, but he never likes to be alone.” I smiled as I remembered not only

them at their

confessed, I missed. Vince’s positivity,

any romantic feelings for him?” Dario asked. I laughed at his stupid question. Feelings? “No,

feelings and told me he liked me, while I could never do the same. “He’s my

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

I pulled out a bible to do a prayer for Vince, while Dario looked at me as

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 to grab my hand. “Matter of fact, I’ll read a verse and I’ll lead the

the prayer. Dario was different from anyone else I ever met. He

your head together, Serena. You can’t

felt like running away. I barely knew the guy. I could not like him. I could not coach Christian about not

so embarrassed to admit it, but I didn’t. I thought I knew what I wanted, but

seem like a person who wants to make the world a better place. I haven’t known you for that long-but

go to be a good example, so I can’t turn

Going to school doesn’t make you a good person. Listen, we can’t call a school bully a good example for finishing school. That’s

I always had to beg for some advice. “I heard you made

through a lot in the past. How about starting your own charity to prevent stuff like that from happening to other children?” Dario suggested. It all sounded very nice, but there was only one problem. “I don’t know anything about that kind of stuff, and I don’t know anyone willing to help me.”

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

didn’t have to go if I didn’t want to, Dario

I told myself and took a deep breath. There was no point in