His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 174

“Serena.”

I yawned and slowly opened my eyes, only to find myself in bed. “What, how did I ended up here?” I asked, exhausted.

“Oh my god, Siena!” I suddenly called out as I sat up straight, Christian pulled me back and laughed at me while I wondered what I had been doing for the entire night instead of taking care of the baby. “Siena is fine, crazy.”

“Huh?”

“You fell asleep yesterday, remember?” Christian freshened up my memories. I sat still for a moment so I could come to my senses. “You drank a lot, so I had to carry you upstairs and take care of you, like always” “Oh yeah, that’s right,” I spoke, embarrassed as some flashbacks from last night went through my head.

“Yes, and you were very heavy” Christian smirked. I gasped in surprise and hit his chest as i denied his accusations. “No, I’m not!” I told him. “Stop lying!”

Couldn’t he be nice for once?

Christian let out a laugh and protected himself before he held down my hands. “You need to get ready. He smiled.

I reached for my phone and laughed at Christian’s silliness. “It’s five in the morning. Please tell me you’re kidding?”

“No? I’m serious,” Christian told me as if I was crazy. I took a good look at him and noticed how he was fully dressed. It was crazy how early he got up, but that was typically Christian. The only annoying thing was that he expected me to do the same.

“I think it’s better to tell your grandpa everything when Dario gets there, right?” I tried convincing him, but all he did was roll his eyes. “He wanted me to be there early, so I should at least be there to calm him down, right?”

“Y-yes, yes, sorry.” I apologized. It was a bit selfish on my part, and I was the one who told him I wanted to be more involved.

“You go and get ready. I have some…stuff to take care of Christian gulped. He was about to leave, but I held his wrist and gave him a hopeless look. “Please don’t tell me you’re checking up on her again.”

Christian closed his eyes and let out an annoyed breath while he released his wrist from my grip. “Serena, we already had this conversation. I’m responsible for her, so I won’t abandon her until I know she’s okay.”

“I’ve had it with you and your unlogical ways.” I scoffed, annoyed. “Enzo can walk again, so can Gina. He’s even going outside nowadays-so can Gina!” I snapped at him. “She can walk from the bathroom to the -bed, so she can walk from the room to a fucking taxi and go home!”

“Yes, I don’t have time for this.” Christian sighed as he walked towards the door. “Hello?” I called out. “So you’re just going to ignore me again?”

I grabbed the first thing I could find and threw a plastic bottle at his head, but he was already out the door before it could hit him. The two of us getting along was just for a little while. “Asshole,”

My angry thoughts got interrupted by the sound of my phone, and I grew a big smile on my lips as I read Dario’s name and a good-morning text. At least someone was willing to talk to me.

My hands moved towards his number, and I was hesitating whether to call him or not, but I could not stop myself and ended up dialing him anyway.

“Serena?” Dario spoke, surprised. “You left me hanging yesterday, so I’m surprised to hear from you.”

My cheeks were flushed as I thought about his message from yesterday. Was that heart emoji necessary? He didn’t even address it, so perhaps it was a friendly heart after all.

a lot of stuff happened after I left.” I sighed. “Long story short, Christian did what you

saw my dad?”

confirmed. Apparently, he even fainted and even I feel bad for

hit with complete silence. “Dario?” I called out his name. “Yes, I’m sorry.” He apologized. “I’m just so

done to me, so I knew perfectly well how he felt. The only difference was that I had Christian to protect

Lucio are really excited to meet you-and the Lamberti’s are okay.” I reassured him.

front of my mouth at the sudden compliments and mentally smacked myself while Dario’s laughed. “You clearly have a lot to say about

knew what he was doing. Was it even his

have a question for you,” I spoke. He was a good friend and someone I

be traumatized, but she seems alright to

went through a lot, Serena.” Dario interrupted me. “He’s right. Stuff like that can be traumatizing. I’m sure he has his reasons for wanting

pieces as I expected for Dario to at least get

Dario’s words. “I’m sure Christian can

agreed. “That’s what I told

what do

throw her out!” He advised me.

had to deal with the situation myself, and I didn’t need Christian’s permission to do that. This was also my

if he was going to fall into his old routine and keep doing whatever Christian felt like doing?

I know exactly what to do now-thank you.” I smiled

up this early.” Dario sighed. “How are you going to take care of a baby if you’re

my exact

eyes. Taking care of Siena wasn’t easy, and even though Carmen was here, Siena wasn’t her daughter. She was my

middle of the night to take care of Siena, but waking up

bad side.” Dario laughed. “He’s surprisingly nice, and I wouldn’t

risk that.”

you risking it right now?” I asked in a teasing tone. I mean, you’re talking to me, so.”

we’re just having a friendly conversation.” Dario spoke. And you’re the one who called me,

face. He wasn’t wrong. I was the one who called him. “Listen, I have to go, and I’ll see you later, okay?” I spoke in a desperate attempt to end

Dario laughed as if he could see right through the phone. My tone was

I spoke in a hurry

mirror and let out a surprised gasp. “Why am

get out of the house and didn’t want to deal with

I looked at the final result of my dress-up party and wondered who I was doing

almost dropped when I walked out of the closet and saw Christian sitting on the bed with Siena in his hands. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted

out a scoff.

before making his way over to me. “Serena, I don’t want to argue with

this time, Serena.” He spoke with a severe look on his face. “You told me to be honest and to tell you whenever you’re taking

it-but whenever you yell at me, you just keep on going and expect me to accept it,” Christian spoke. “I’ve never thrown