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 endless questions. “Just go back to sleep,

you. Those were all the words

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

to sit up straight and let out

his chair. The cloth he used to take care of me was still in his hands, his

be cruel. He was a hard worker who lived an unhealthy lifestyle and

had to go and bring back my

eyes, which had always been full of life, even

only been at Berto’s for a day, so how

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

get out of the house, I immediately concluded that it would not be that

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

I’m sure he only got off with

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

“Dad!”

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

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

closer, hearing my brother’s chuckle behind me.

was thinking. He’s one to talk after all the shit

I need to

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

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

Beau asked.

I

jumped in. “After all the problems he’s

“Dad-”

keeping an eye on Dario and his uncle. Get on his knees to beg for the families’ forgiveness for going behind their backs again! He snapped. “Someone like him doesn’t deserve to

perfect. I was aware, and 1 had experienced it first-hand, but I would not allow dad to bash him because of one mistake he had once

fault, angel.” He spoke, knowing damn well it was. Apparently, his daughter

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

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 be one of us.”

that-because months from now,

daughter won’t change her name.”

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

an answer to a question which hadn’t even crossed my mind. Of

me to my daughter-okay?”

nodded, locking his arm with

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

Beau asked, giving dad

me. Just take care of Christian.”

been that long as all I could anticipate was holding

stopped the car before I ran out and made my way to the door, which had automatically been

called out, hoping she would hear

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

and took baby steps toward my squealing daughter, who had reached out her

is so happy to see mommy.” Maria cooed,

did not say a word. All I could do was hold her

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