His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 208

“Siena, are you excited to see grandpa?” Christian kissed her check. It was one day before the family shoot, and I had somehow managed to push Christian to talk about Dario’s position with Franco.

“Please behave normally around my dad.” Christian requested. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that you do this weird thing with your eyes, and you’re a terrible liar-so please, control yourself.”

I laughed at Christian’s honest words and gave him a nudge against his shoulder. I knew I was a bad actress, but that was okay-I couldn’t do everything. “It’s hard being nice, isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry

for speaking the truth.” Christian chuckled. “And don’t push me when I’m holding the baby.”

“And don’t push me when I’m holding the baby.” I mimicked Christian. If there was one thing that would never get boring, it was definitely getting on his nerves. “Come on, I’m just kidding!” I spoke after seeing. the look on his face. Perhaps it was time to stop with the teasing.

“Have we heard anything about your uncle’s whereabouts?” I asked while I held his free hand. The sigh which escaped from Christian’s mouth was enough proof that he didn’t want to discuss it.

“No, as far as I’m concerned, we still have a truce for my dad’s sake,” Christian spoke as he tried to remain calm. If he really thought that his uncle would sit on his ass and do nothing, then it was time for him to rethink that. “Monsters like him don’t do truces.” I spoke.

Christian stopped in his steps and released my hand so that he could tighten his grip around Sienna. “Do you really think so?” He asked, worried. It was not that difficult to see that his uncle’s terrified him, and that’s why we had to deal with it as soon as possible. If someone like Christian was terrified, it meant his uncle was a severe threat.

“Yes, he’ll show himself before that-so what you need to do is tell your dad the truth,” I explained myself. Things had changed, so maybe I could get through him.

“No, absolutely not.” Christian spoke to my surprise. I guess I was wrong.

Manipulating him in doing what I wanted would only get me that far, but that was okay for now. He had at least agreed to the idea of sharing the family business with Dario, and that was enough for now. “You know I appreciate your advice, but I won’t tell him.”

I was shocked at Christian’s cold tone and did my best to control myself. In the past, I would’ve gone crazy and asked him who he thought he was talking to, but I did not want to argue. There was no time to argue.

“Because you want to wait for your dad to die, and you think your uncle Berto is patient enough to wait for his last breath?” I shot Christian a sympathetic smile. “I understand, but you can’t trust him-he would want to say goodbye to his brother.”

“Drop it,” Christian spoke, irritated. He was slowly getting on my nerve. All I wanted was for him to see my point, but it wasn’t working. He wouldn’t listen.

“Forget about the truce-you can’t make promises with someone like that, Christian.” I sighed before 1 decided to let the situation drop. I told him what I had to say and that was it.

“Listen, have you at least thought about what you’re going to do about Johnny?”

Johnny…

I knew my sister, and she had lost her unique glow. Johnny wanted

was still

me, not now.” Christian huffed angrily. This was it, my final warning. One more word, and he was going

against Christian’s arm. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry.” I told

“It’s okay.”

Lucio, who was waiting for us at the door. He seemed energetic

much that I didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if he were to leave this

into his dad’s embrace. “It looks

my arms.

Lucio complained before he kissed

my existence, but I couldn’t blame him. Christian was clearly his favorite son, if not his favorite person. Christian stepped aside so Lucio

a nod and

was probably nearing his end. Even thep- it was still a beautiful thing to see how much he was looking forward to tomorrow. “Yes, of course, I

wheelchair inside and ordered the guards to close the door. “You should at least

that, Serena?” Lucio laughed. “My own son is trying to

I want you

I

his voice. He released his hands from the wheelchair and

he seemed shocked by his own actions. “I-I need to see my grandpa, and Siena needs silence. Take care

it like that.” I placed my hand on Lucio’s shoulder. “I’m fine. It’s just how he gets.” Lucio spoke. “I never meant

I didn’t want stuff like this to happen. He was going through a hard

I probably couldn’t.

face some challenges when I’m gone-such as distant relatives he has

happen.” I spoke, determined. Lucio wasn’t even talking about Berto, which only made me wonder what kind of challenges Christian would face. “I know you won’t, and that’s why I’m happy to have you as

my hand. He probably thought I was just a good person without knowing the real reason, which pained me. It pained me to lie to him and he deserved to know the truth

person who would most

ask permission from his grandpa as he was technically the boss, but he, unfortunately, valued other people’s views the

for us. She had a fake smile on her face, and

out.

the bigger issue which caused Christian a lot of stress and I could confirm that by her nerve to glare at

the problem. I folded my arms and glared at Cesca the same way she glared at me.

awkward silence. “Serena, excuse me–it seems like your dad’s been calling

no one, I did not have a Christian, and I did not

decisions now?” Cesca scoffed. “You don’t understand, so please.” I pleaded. Even though I wanted to, I

think you’re trying to ruin this family, and you might not do it on purpose…but you’re doing

and do you know why?” Cesea asked, while I shook my head. Even though I promised

and hungry for power, and Dario and Christian are not meant to be on the same line…so it will

to spin. In the worst-case scenario, Cesca’s opinion would turn out to be correct, and if that