His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 132

“I knew it,” Christian whispered while I was still trying to process everything. “You knew what? Is that really Dario?”

“I thought you told me the two of you never met?” I spoke, confused. I didn’t know what the meaning was of any of this. “That’s what he wanted us to believe,” Christian said.

“Serena, I feel like I should thank you for asking me about my childhood pictures. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even have noticed.” Christian chuckled, but I was still as clueless as one could be.

“Thanks?” I mumbled. “But what’s Dario doing at your uncle’s birthday party?”

“Serena, there’s something I have to tell you.” Christian sighed. “When I went to visit Isobel’s grandpa, he told me that Dario came by to tell him not to fix things. He had the opportunity to help you with Beau, but he didn’t. He tried to bribe him.”

“W-what?” I stuttered, unsure of where this story was even headed. “I heard that Dario had been asking questions about my uncle, and I had a feeling there was more behind it-”

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that he lied in my face and pretended to feel sorry for me while he specifically asked the Sala’s not to do anything?” I spoke with clenched fists. I felt stupid for trusting him. but Christian told me this all along. I just didn’t want to listen.

I knew he had something against Christian, and I told him he had to stop, but this time it was unforgivable.

The words, sorry, were finally making sense now.

“I’m so stupid,” I whispered. “I was worried about letting you around Siena while Dario was literally there. You warned me about him, and I went against you-

“You’re not stupid. You’re too good for this world” Christian spoke. I knew he was trying to make me feel better, but I already should’ve done something after seeing the first red flag. No sane person would go as far as taking pictures of their enemy. “So what you’re trying to tell me is that you’ve met Dario as a child, and somehow he’s back to ruin your life?”

“I think he’s a Lamberti,” Christian stated. “I think he’s somehow my uncle’s secret son. I don’t know why he would be at the party or why he would hate me-

“Because everything that went to you was supposed to be his, if your grandpa had never removed your uncle and if your uncle had acknowledged him as his legitimate son.” I sighed-all of this made sense.

“That’s what I think, but I don’t know for sure.”

“Christian, I’m so sorry.” I apologized. I really thought I could trust Dario. He had been nothing but kind to me, but it turned out that was all an act too. I bet our meeting at the grocery store wasn’t even a coincidence.

“Don’t be. You didn’t know.” Christian reassured me. “You’re never the problem. You know that-, and Dario has nothing against you. He has something against me.”

“He told me he felt sorry for me, but now you’re telling me that he bribed Isobel’s grandpa to sabotage everything. What do you mean?” I spoke, surprised. “He’s against me whether he realizes it or not.”

“No, he isn’t.” Christian sighed. “I would like for him to be, but he isn’t. Sabotaging Isobel was to get to me

so that I couldn’t do you a favor,” Christian explained. “He’s not a threat to you. Otherwise, I would’ve interfered a long time ago.”

as if I could suddenly stop working with him, not when other people were

as usual, and you do not let him know that we know about this,” Christian spoke. “Does he know the two

to stop bothering you, but that’s

more information out of him?” I suggested, but Christian shook his head. “No, that’s

me.” He chuckled as my

as well make use of it.” Christian spoke, but that wasn’t enough for me. He was right, I could make use of him and throw him aside when I was finished,

how about I get him to talk about his past?

open up, not like that. He likes you, but even he has his limit.”

what can I do? I want to help.” I spoke. I was just as curious as Christian and did

help-not how I can get killed.” I rolled my eyes. I offered my help because I thought it would’ve been a

I didn’t want you to get

it!” I told him. I was sick and tired of people not involving me in things because they thought I couldn’t handle it.

complimented me. It proved enough that there was so much we didn’t know about each other. If we were really one, he would’ve known that I was always open to doing stuff like this. “In the meantime, I’ll find prove. I’m sure that he’s my

Johnny and Luca?”

know what their reaction will be, so

nodded my head. Luca had a temper, and Johnny never spoke about his father, so it probably wouldn’t end well. “It’s not like you

hair. “I feel like you’re the only one who understands me

and it was actually pretty crazy how a photo book had

the tension. Christian let out a laugh and

to say about the Lamberti’s. It turns out he might even be

to say about the Lamberti’s?” Christian smiled, but his words broke my heart. No one could choose the family they were born

had a lot of crap to

Maddie and Isobel carrying

secret,” I told Christian, who patiently waited for

it to heart, they just found out, and they’ll probably wait until

with a baby?” Christian frowned.

dad.” I praised him. He was but he was very overprotective in a good way and would

an asshole,

people to play with?” Christian smiled. “She doesn’t have any siblings, so it’s nice to

I

with my cousins. They all grew up together (while I suddenly came into the picture, so we didn’t really

fix the bond between the Lamberti’s and the Alfonzo’s. We have to do it

went through, and I was determined to make sure of it. Siena was an only child, so I wanted her to grow up with all of her cousins, and I didn’t want there

you don’t want to hear it-but we should start by getting back together,” Christian spoke and grabbed my hand.

that hard.” He sighed. It shouldn’t, but I didn’t know if I was ready to take that risk. I didn’t want

with step-siblings? Do you want her to become like Dario?” Christian teased me at the end, but all these questions made my

to see him

a stepmom or step-siblings for Siena.

like Dario, who was obsessed with the

relationship therapy?” I asked, embarrassed. I felt ashamed to bring up the subject, but Christian had a point. I could not see him

chuckled. “Do I look like I want to