His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 229

A week had passed, and to be honest-our arrangement wasn’t working, Somehow I always found myself home during the day and occasionally went back to my parents for the night

I knew I didn’t have much time left with Christian, so I grew attached to him more than ever. It was like I was desperate to be around him, but at the same time I wasn’t

After my endless pleads to meet up with Lucio, Christian ended his day early and had agreed to take me to the hospital. While he was working on whatever plan they had, I had already decided what my next step would be, and I felt guilty

Everyone worked over hours to develop a plan to stop Berto, but I would make things easier for thems

“Are you sure you don’t want me to join?” Christian asked. We looked through the glass and watched as Lucio waved at us to come inside

“Yes, you should spend some time with Vince, and I’ll stay with your dad!”

Although Luca had yet to text me, this would most likely be the last time to see Lacio. That man was so popular and received visits after visits, which was why I had asked for some alone time. I had to say my goodbyes

Christian eyed me suspiciously. “What’s with that look on your face.”

“Nothing” I spoke. “What’s up with your face?”

“I can’t believe you let your girl kick us out, just so that she can spend some alone time with dad” Gio approached us. He shot me a teasing glare and pushed my shoulder.

Who would’ve thought we would be getting along the way we did? Gio, the same brother who couldn’t stand me

“You’re not going to end dad with a pillow, are you? Enzo added. Also, he came a long way. He came frock wanting to eliminate not only me but Siena as well, to becoming the rock of the family

“With a pillow?” I squinted my eyes. “Of course not just do it with my bare hands

I had expected the three brothers to laugh, but all I saw were shocked expressions. “Guys, I’m kidding Christian frowned. “Ah, but can I still come with you?” He asked, worried. “Please?”

Whenever I looked into his soft eyes, I just couldn’t say no. Who was I to tell him that he couldn’t see his dad?

“Okay.” I sighed. “We’ll go together.”

The two of us had barely entered before Lucio raised himself from his bed. “Hey, Sere-” He went into a coughing fit.

Christian rushed over to his dad’s side and came to the rescue with a glass of water. “Dad, don’t ever do that again!” He scolded him.

Lucio grinned unbothered. “Thank you.” He moved his eyes to mine. “Serena, I missed you!”

I stepped closer and grabbed his hands. He still had the same kind eyes, but he was not the same healthy man as before. His health had declined, and he had gotten skinnier. I could barely recognize him

“I missed you too, Lucio.” I kissed his forehead.

“Where is Siena?”

“Mom is watching her,” Christian told him. “She’s having the time of her life”

“I see.” Lucio sulked. He had always cared for all of his grandchildren and loved spending time with them.

Lucio changed the subject. “Have you seen my customized casket?”

Customized casket?

The look on Christian’s face had changed. “Come on, not now.” He whispered. While Lucio accepted the situation, Christian couldn’t.

his life, but I had no choice. He would eventually get

said, startled. “We all know I’m dying!”

caressed his hand over his back and looked at me with an apologetic smile on his

right.”

grabbed my hand and connected it with

“Son-”

another speech about how I should run the family business, you should

to promise me to

into my

I could

him. Christian rubbed his thumb over the ring on

“I will.”

family and give all of

“I’ll try.

energy to talk about his casket but had

good to you. I lied to you about your parents. I let you work at

say, I didn’t want to hear it. “If it weren’t for you, I would’ve not

spoke. “During those times at the club, I never knew what having a father felt

I’m so grateful to have

not knowing this would be my final

him.

a tight hug. “Serena is really

frowned, confused. “I never said that…”

Lamberti estate to pick up Siena. Even someone like Cesca or Christian’s

of this?

parents for leaving me, but I could finally understand their decision. They were willing to do anything to protect the lives of many,

Christian staring at me out

want him to notice something was wrong. He would lose it if he knew

this lucky.” He had been in a good mood all week, which was all I used to ask

for days, and if something is

“I’m fine-”

do something

spoke, frustrated. “I don’t know what you’re talking

“I need you to talk to me, so

it. You’re

“Why?”

nice!” I snapped. “You can’t just suddenly care

was wrong

trying to create

pregnancy hormones or

breath. “I didn’t mean it like

I’m sorry.” He spoke sarcastically. “I’m sorry for trying.”

not tell whether I had offended him. It wasn’t my intention

as a look as he led me to the doors of

estate.

him back before we could reach the door. “I’m