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?”

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

all the words

slept, but the first thing on my mind when I opened my eyes was my

to sit up straight and let out a gasp. “We need to go see Si-”

back, sleeping in his chair. The cloth he used to take care of me was still in his hands, his mouth slightly opened as soft snores escaped

knew waking him up would be cruel. He was a hard worker who lived an unhealthy

and bring back

the bathroom was shocking enough. My eyes, which had always been full

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

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 warm shower, a nice outfit, and some makeup to cover the bags under my eyes did the

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

not to make the same mistake again. Fifteen men or

I’m sure he only got off with a

two angels were sent from heaven, dad’s car pulled up on the driveway. He got out with Beau and the two made their way through

“Dad!”

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

in his chest. “Don’t you ever do something dangerous like that and walk

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

He’s one to talk after

I need to see Siena!”

“She’s staying at

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

Beau asked.

a nap.” I

nap?” Dad jumped in. “After all the problems he’s caused—he’s taking

“Dad-”

on his knees to beg for the families’ forgiveness for going behind their backs again! He snapped. “Someone like him

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

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

Beau called dad by his first name, still refusing to acknowledge

Alfonzo name, you’ll rather be a Garcia or a Lamberti before you’d ever be one of us.”

say that-because months from now,

daughter won’t change

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

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

my daughter-okay?” I didn’t

locking his

Christian,” I told Beau, expecting

Beau asked,

don’t worry about me. Just take

to Franco’s place had never been that long as all I could

I ran out and made my

out, hoping she

Christian’s grandma, Maria-made

and took baby steps toward my squealing daughter,

is so happy to see mommy.” Maria cooed, handing

do was hold her against my body as tears

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