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?”

know. I told them you’re fine.” Christian yawned as if I was boring him with my

the words I needed before I fell into

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

up straight and let out a gasp. “We

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

cruel. He was a hard worker who lived an unhealthy lifestyle and barely slept, so I didn’t want to

to go and bring back my daughter myself, I would

bathroom was shocking enough. My eyes, which had

so how would

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

I immediately concluded that it would

determined not to

to the poor guard who I had managed to deceive. I’m sure he only

car pulled up on the driveway. He got out with Beau and the

“Dad!”

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

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

hearing my brother’s chuckle behind

talk after all the shit he’d put

need to

shoulders. “She’s staying at Franco’s, Isn’t Christian going

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

Beau asked.

I kept

the problems he’s caused—he’s taking

“Dad-”

his uncle. Get on his knees to beg for the families’ forgiveness for

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

well it

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

course, you’d defend him.” Dad huffed. “Even though I’ve granted you the beautiful Alfonzo name, you’ll rather be a Garcia or a

that-because months from

daughter won’t change her name.”

even ask her that, or did you just

to a question which hadn’t even crossed my mind. Of course, I would take Christian’s name. That was

to my daughter-okay?”

He nodded, locking his arm with

Beau, expecting he would stay to look after

you be okay?” Beau asked, giving dad the nastiest look.

me. Just take

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

made my way to the door, which had automatically

called out, hoping she would

grandma, Maria-made her way to the halls with

slammed my hand over my mouth and took baby steps toward my squealing daughter, who had reached out

happy to see mommy.” Maria cooed,

word. All I could do was

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