His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 238

Chapter 238

With an awful headache, I woke up and sat up straight. “What happened?”

“Just like they say in the movies.” I heard a chuckle, making me look to my right. Christian, who held a cloth in his hand, pushed his arm against my forehead. “You’ve fainted.”

Fainted?

I breathed heavily, remembering every little detail. I was at Berto’s, and he started shooting around like a madman, but somehow we got out.

“Where am I?” I looked around, realizing it was our safe and secure bedroom. “Oh, never mind.”

“Ramiro says you’ll be fine.” Christian brushed his hand through my hair and pushed me back down.

“The baby-

He shook his head. “Our baby is fine.”

“And Siena-

“She’s not here.” He cut me off once again. “She at my grandparents.”

My poor Siena, who I had abandoned, thinking Berto would really hold his end of the deal. All I wanted was my baby.

“I need to see her,” I begged, reaching for Christian’s hand. “Please!”

“N-now?”

“Yes,” I spoke clearly, but Christian did not want to hear any of it and pushed me back down again.

“Serena, it’s 4 in the morning.” He stared as if I was ridiculous and pushed the cloth on my check.

My mind told me to smack away his hand, but I couldn’t move. I felt numb, weak, and was getting tired by the second. “I need to see my baby.” I tried staying awake. “Now!”

Christian glared. “You need some rest.”

Not wanting to argue, I accepted his words and took an annoyed breath. Guilt washed over me as I thought about my own parents. For all these years, I had been so angry, thinking they had abandoned me

-only to end up doing the same. At least, that’s what it felt like.

“Where is your uncle?”

Christian’s eyes grew dark. “With Dario he’s been taking good care of him.” He spoke, not giving me too much information. “Let’s keep it at that.”

“Luca?” I stressed at the thought of Berto not accepting his loss. “The guards? B-Berto, before you guys came, he had so many guards-”

“It’s all over. Don’t worry about it.” Christian smiled reassuringly, but that was nothing new to me.

“You always say that.”

“But it’s true this time, so you should trust me!” I could feel a hint of disappointment in his tone. I wanted to trust him, but being honest was not his strong point.

“I do trust you.” 1 faked a weak smile. “Where are mom and dad?”

yawned as if I was boring him with my endless questions. “Just go

take care of you. Those were all the words I needed before

many hours I slept, but the first thing on my mind when I opened

enough energy to sit up straight and

back, sleeping in his chair. The cloth he used to take care of me was

him up would be cruel. He was a hard worker who lived an unhealthy lifestyle and barely slept, so I

had to go and bring back my daughter myself, I

bathroom was shocking enough. My eyes, which had always been full of life, even in my

for a day, so how would I’ve

thing to look like the old

down the stairs hoping to get out of the house, I immediately concluded that

of guards, proving Christian was determined not to make the same mistake again. Fifteen men or maybe even twenty?

poor guard who I had managed to deceive. I’m sure he only got off with a warning because Christian was cautious of my feelings.

dad’s car pulled up on the driveway. He got out with Beau and the two made their way

“Dad!”

steps, and I could sense the distressed look. He sighed, relieved, and fastened

head in his chest. “Don’t you ever do something dangerous like that and walk off on your own ever again!”

pulled him closer, hearing my brother’s chuckle

knew what Beau was thinking. He’s one to talk after all the shit he’d put us

need to see Siena!”

his hand on my shoulders. “She’s

head. “You need to take me. Right now.”

Christian?” Beau

nap.” I kept

all the problems he’s caused—he’s

“Dad-”

for the families’ forgiveness for going behind their backs again! He snapped.

perfect. I was aware, and 1 had experienced it first-hand,

fault, angel.” He spoke, knowing damn well it was. Apparently, his daughter could do no wrong

hasn’t slept in hours,” Beau called dad by his first name, still refusing to acknowledge him. “Let’s cut

name, you’ll rather be a Garcia or a Lamberti before you’d ever be one

you say that-because months from now, Serena

daughter won’t change

do you know that?” Beau questioned. “Did she tell you that? Did you even ask her

hadn’t even crossed my mind. Of course, I would take Christian’s name. That was out of the

daughter-okay?”

He nodded, locking his arm with mine.

I told Beau, expecting he would stay to

asked, giving dad the

Just take

all I could anticipate

and made

I called out, hoping

grandma, Maria-made her way to the

with emotions, I slammed my hand over my mouth and took baby steps toward my squealing

so happy to see mommy.” Maria cooed,

All I could do was hold her against my body as

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