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?”

was boring him with my endless questions. “Just go back to sleep, and I’ll

were all the words I needed before I fell into

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

enough energy to sit up straight and let out a gasp. “We need to go

take care of me was still in

a hard worker who

I had to go and bring back my daughter myself, I would do that.

My eyes, which had always been full of life, even

only been at Berto’s for a day, so how would I’ve survived weeks, months, or

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

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

determined not to make the same mistake again. Fifteen men or maybe

poor guard who I had managed to deceive. I’m sure he only got off with

got out with Beau and the two made their way through

“Dad!”

look. He

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

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

need to see Siena!”

on my shoulders. “She’s staying

I said, shaking my head. “You need to take me.

Christian?” Beau asked.

a nap.” I kept it short.

all the problems he’s caused—he’s taking

“Dad-”

to beg for the families’ forgiveness for going behind their backs again! He snapped. “Someone

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

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

first name, still refusing

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

that-because months from now, Serena will be

change her

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

Beau stared at me, waiting for an answer to a question which hadn’t even crossed my mind. Of course, I

daughter-okay?”

locking his

Beau, expecting he would stay to look after

Beau asked, giving dad the nastiest

worry about me. Just take care of

had never been that long as all I could

hadn’t even stopped the car before I ran out and made my way to the door,

I called out, hoping she would hear

Christian’s grandma, Maria-made her way to

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

to see mommy.” Maria cooed,

was hold her against my body

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