His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

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?”

yawned as if I was boring him with my endless questions.

Those were all the words I needed before I

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

I had enough energy to sit up straight and let

to take care of

hard worker who lived an

to go and bring back my daughter myself, I

enough. My eyes, which had always been full

day, so

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 warm shower, a nice outfit, and

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

full of guards, proving Christian was determined not to

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

were sent from heaven, dad’s car pulled up on the driveway. He got out with Beau and

“Dad!”

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

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

won’t.” I pulled him closer, hearing my

was thinking. He’s one to talk after all the shit he’d put us

to

shoulders. “She’s staying

head. “You need

Christian?” Beau asked.

I kept

Dad jumped in. “After all the

“Dad-”

the families’ forgiveness for going behind their backs again! He snapped. “Someone like him doesn’t deserve to take a

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

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

his first name, still refusing

the beautiful Alfonzo name, you’ll rather be a Garcia or a Lamberti

funny you say that-because months from now, Serena will be

daughter won’t change

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

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

daughter-okay?” I didn’t

locking his

of Christian,” I told Beau, expecting

you be okay?” Beau asked,

worry about me. Just

had never been that long as all I could anticipate was

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

called out, hoping she would

felt at case as Christian’s grandma, Maria-made her way

my mouth and took baby steps toward my

happy to see mommy.”

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