His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 245

Hours had passed, but Christian had yet to move a musele. Many had either left the graveside in tears or had stepped out to take a breather, but not Christian.

“It’s okay to cry, Christian.” I wrapped my arm around him, leaning into his chest. “If you want to yell, bawl-punch someone….I’m here.” I spoke. “Okay, maybe not the punching part—”

“I know.” I felt Chistian’s soft lips pressed against my temple. “I should be crying, but people are relying on me, and I can’t let them down.” He tried convincing himself. “Tears are a sign of weakness.“

His words to me were nonsense, but I respected his wishes. He felt obligated to be the bigger man this family needed him to be and held back every bit of emotion.

Others depended on him to prepare a perfect service for Lucio, and he did. Gio and Enzo were older, Franco who had lost his son had more experience-but as the heir, everyone expected Christian to do everything as if he was not grieving as well.

Christian didn’t mind. There was no good way to explain it, but in a way, he had become more mature, more serious, and more responsible.

I had learned to respect his boundaries. If he didn’t want a shoulder to cry on, that was okay-but I wanted him to know I was there for him.

“You know.” Christian began. “Knowing dad is not in pain anymore is a blessing.”

He pulled me closer. “I have prepared myself for months, fearing this moment…but I’m fine.”

“Are you really?”

“Yes,” Christian simpered. “And it’s all because I have you, Siena, little Christian.” He touched my stomach. After plenty of guesses, we were both expecting to get a son.

“Your mom is also doing better than expected. She’s so strong.” I praised Cesca. After seeing her reaction to Lucio’s passing, I had not expected her to get back on her feet-but she was doing perfectly fine.

We moved to the Lamberti estate to keep her the company she needed, and she surrounded herself with great company and friends, especially Lita, who had been helping us a lot.

“I think we’re all fine because we knew what to expect,” Christian explained. “Dad would’ve made fun of all of us for crying.”

“He would-wouldn’t he?”

“No doubt.” Christian beamed, trying to remain positive. “Anyway, we should head home and prepare for

the feast.”

Any other person might’ve confused this get-together as a birthday party, mainly because of the number of people, music, and food-but that was the way Lucio would’ve wanted it.

He was a people person and would not want anyone to mourn his death. He asked us to celebrate his life, so we did.

“Serena, you should try this.” Franco pushed a sweet dessert into my mouth. “This was my boy’s favorite!”

wanting to disrespect the ridiculous taste of sugar in my

Franco crying in Lucio’s old study, his

knew a hug and a late-night talk

went through the room to let everyone taste Lucio’s favorite

Beau, Vince, Marc, and Dario, who had dragged him to the kitchen for a drink. The four horsemen who were always out to ruin

they told him to stop being a wimp, and I hadn’t seen him ever

with Christian’s relative, she had been Lucio’s loyal maid for

forget her reaction when she had reunited with Siena, who

imagine, but I can tell she’ll end

woman who had been standing beside me for quite some

know how to

it right after

right?” The woman asked, not giving up just yet. “Dario said I should stand next

I cackled, not even noticing what I was doing. “He’s one to talk. I’m not nearly

The woman agreed. “He can’t even take a

sentence, laughing. “The blinking thing?”

“Yes!”

suddenly occurred to me. By the looks

I’m his…girlfriend.” The woman slammed her hand against her forehead. “I’m sorry.

was seeing someone? Good for

I showed my excitement. She knew my name, which made

also told about the feelings he’d once

“It’s really, really nice to meet you.” She spoke, making a grand gesture

She

hands and looked into

away and call me crazy-but would you like to be my best friend?” I

was I even doing?

it, I looked away from her eyes. “Im so sorry. Please forget I ever said

“We can be best friends. Just give me your number.” She handed me her phone while I did the same, still not believing my

they normal like mine?” Jade asked, handing me my phone.

were together-together.

and having enough courage to tell Jade about his occupation must’ve meant he was really into

normal.” I scratched my head, hoping that would not be a

Normal is

Dario wouldn’t be around for much longer. A few months from now, he would move to the west coast, and she would most likely tag along and forget about my existence. The same thing happened to my other friends.

on a playdate

didn’t

about her? Did he have a