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?”

you’re fine.” Christian yawned as if I was boring him with my

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

mind when I opened my eyes was my daughter. I had to see her, hold

wake up!” This time I had enough energy to sit up straight and let out a gasp. “We need

Christian leaning back, sleeping in his chair. The cloth he used to take care of me was still in his hands, his mouth

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

back

eyes, which had always been full of life, even in my saddest

a day, so how would I’ve survived weeks, months, or

what had to be done and did every little thing to look like the old

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

guards, proving Christian was determined not to make

thoughts went to the poor guard who I had managed to deceive. I’m sure he only got off with a warning because Christian was cautious

on the driveway. He got out with Beau and the two made their way through the guards

“Dad!”

his steps, and I could sense the distressed look. He sighed, relieved, and fastened his pace until I was

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

pulled him closer, hearing my brother’s chuckle behind me.

one to talk after all the shit he’d put

to

my shoulders. “She’s staying at Franco’s,

shaking my head. “You need

Christian?” Beau

I kept

in. “After all the problems he’s caused—he’s taking

“Dad-”

Dario and his uncle. Get on his knees to beg for the families’ forgiveness for going

him. Christian wasn’t perfect. I was aware, and 1 had experienced it first-hand, but I would not allow dad to bash him

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

first name, still refusing to acknowledge him. “Let’s cut

defend him.” Dad huffed. “Even though I’ve granted you the beautiful Alfonzo name, you’ll rather be a Garcia or a Lamberti before you’d ever

from now, Serena will

won’t change her

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

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

daughter-okay?” I didn’t want

locking his arm

care of Christian,” I told Beau, expecting he would

asked, giving dad the nastiest

me. Just take care of Christian.”

all I could anticipate was holding my princess

out and made my way to the door, which had automatically been opened.

hoping she would

Christian’s grandma, Maria-made her way to the halls with

hand over my mouth and took baby steps toward my

so happy to see mommy.” Maria

a word. All I could do was

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