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?”

I told them you’re fine.” Christian yawned as if I was boring him with my endless questions. “Just go back to sleep, and I’ll take

were all the words I

I slept, but the first thing on my mind when I opened my eyes was my daughter. I had to see her, hold her, kiss

had enough energy to sit up straight

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

who lived an unhealthy lifestyle and barely slept,

had to go and bring back my daughter myself, I

which had always been full of life, even in my saddest moments-were

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

forward to any of Franco’s comments, so I did what had to be done and did every little thing to look like the old Serena. A

stairs hoping to get out of the house, I immediately concluded that it would not be that easy this

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

I’m sure he only got

heaven, dad’s car pulled up on the driveway. He got out with Beau and the two made their way through the guards while I didn’t hesitate

“Dad!”

look. He sighed, relieved, and fastened his

me as I buried my head in his chest. “Don’t you ever do something dangerous like that and walk off on your own ever

closer, hearing my brother’s chuckle behind

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

to see

hand on my shoulders. “She’s staying at Franco’s, Isn’t Christian going to take

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

Beau

a nap.” I

Dad jumped in. “After all the problems he’s caused—he’s taking a-a-a

“Dad-”

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

everything is my fault?” I raised my voice, stopping him. Christian wasn’t perfect. I was aware, and 1 had experienced it first-hand, but I would not allow dad

well it was. Apparently, his daughter could do no wrong in

by his first name, still refusing to acknowledge him. “Let’s cut him some slack, okay?”

Alfonzo name,

months from now, Serena

daughter won’t change her name.”

do you know that?” Beau questioned. “Did she tell you that? Did you even ask her that, or did you just decide the same way you decide

which hadn’t even crossed my

my daughter-okay?” I didn’t want to disappoint

locking his

Christian,” I told Beau, expecting he would stay to look

be okay?” Beau asked, giving

worry about me. Just take

to Franco’s place had never been that long as all I could anticipate was holding my

I ran out and made my way to the door, which had

out, hoping she would hear me.

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

took baby steps toward my squealing daughter, who had reached

to see mommy.” Maria cooed,

not say a word. All I could do was hold her against my body as tears left my

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