His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 213

“Siena, what did mommy get herself into?”

I waited for an answer, but all I saw were the same bright eyes full of curiosity staring back into mine. It seemed to be some kind of routine and I could only wait for the day she would finally be able to reply. Perhaps she could give me some good advice. “That’s right. You can’t talk yet.”

It was the morning of the photoshoot, and we had all changed into the clothing which Lucio had provided for us. This would most likely be his last big family get-together, and it was a big day for him, but all I could think about was my ridiculous behavior.

I just went and had to tell Beau everything, while it easily could’ve been prevented. How did I even expect Beau to show up and behave as if nothing happened after telling him that Christian lied to him? Wasn’t that unfair of me?

“I’m so sorry, Siena.” I brushed my finger through her hair. “I’m so sorry for being…me.”

Siena’s babbles were enough confirmation that she probably agreed with me. I was a drama queen who had been doing way too much, and it was time for me to take a step back.

“How do I look?” Christian walked out of the closet. I picked up Siena from the bed and made my way towards him. “You look handsome. You look like a prince.”

“You just couldn’t be any more sarcastic.” Christian joked. He was right, though. I wanted to be happy, but it was hard considering the turns my stomach was making. I was worried sick, and all I wanted was to disappear.

I really took it too far this time.

“You look gorgeous, and so does Siena.” Christian complimented us. He seemed genuinely happy as he started playing with Siena, and I did not want to ruin his day. One way to save me would’ve been telling him the truth, but I couldn’t bring it upon myself.

“Your dad has great taste.” I told Christian. He moved his attention onto me and ruffled his hand through my hair. “He does. He put his all into this.”

He put his all into this…

“Don’t touch my hair. I don’t want you to mess it up.” I changed the subject. I felt guilty enough, and he didn’t have to make it worse. “Oh, you’re already finished with your hair?” Christian mocked me. “It looks the same as yesterday.”

The fact that he could joke around with me meant that on a scale from one to ten, his happiness must’ve been at a ten at the moment. We had a good time yesterday, and I did not want to damage our relationship even more than I had already done.

to see that something was

might hate all of us, but he loves

the dismayed look on my face and reached for my hand. “I’m sorry, I thought

him. He must’ve thought I was angry because I didn’t want him talking to Johnny, but that was not

my family, the family I never had.

names, he would get a guilty look on his face which proved to me that he knew some things were unfairly handled. But could I really blame him,

of her dress, so nothing has changed.” I sighed. I felt sorry for a lot of things, but not

nodded. “I think we should make our way downstairs. Johnny and

knew he had requested for Beau, Isobel, and Marc to be here so we could all go together, but I had not expected him to invite Johnny.

even go wrong with Beau

Christian spoke, irritated. There was no point in arguing, so I was not going to discuss it. All I could do was agree

“Sure, let’s go.”

Siena and held her in his arms while we made our way downstairs. “Do you think Isobel and Beau are here

tone of Isobel’s voice. “There you have your answer.” Christian chuckled.

was a good thing. Perhaps I could talk to my brother and beg

on about? It was my fault, and now I had to

notice that. I wasn’t good at hiding my feelings, and

look on Christian’s face and did not want him

again?” Isobel called out his name as we arrived downstairs. It was a good thing

to be

more than being in a room with those two families. One was

would’ve been how

thing he did

tell him to relax, but before that could even happen, we got interrupted

Beau looked pissed, and I did not know how things would play out. Johnny smiled at Christian. “You’re in a good

down

he looked down at Siena. No matter what,

to see you.”

were in the kitchen, I would’ve stabbed

would I

looked warm and sincere, just like the times I used to work at the club. Besides. Enzo and Lucio, he was the only Lamberti who used to walk with a smile