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!”

to disrespect the ridiculous taste of sugar in my mouth.

accidentally caught Franco crying in Lucio’s old study, his behavior towards me had

knew a hug and a late-night talk could change

taste Lucio’s favorite sweet while I stood in the corner

and Dario, who had dragged

Christian suggested that he didn’t drink anymore, they told him to stop being a wimp, and I hadn’t seen him ever since. So much for being

being with Christian’s relative, she had been Lucio’s loyal maid for a long time and had

Siena, who had grown a lot since she had last seen

your split imagine, but I can tell she’ll end up having Christian’s personality. Cesca had concluded like everyone

been standing beside

to new people, and I didn’t know how to make friends. I

hold a normal conversation, I opened my mouth to say something but closed it right

I should

not even noticing what I was doing. “He’s

The woman agreed. “He can’t even take a compliment without doing that weird thing

her sentence, laughing. “The blinking thing?”

“Yes!”

thought had suddenly occurred to me. By the looks of it, she knew him very well. A bit too well.

her hand against her forehead. “I’m sorry. It’s all-new,

was seeing someone? Good

showed my

also told about the feelings

waved her hand in my face. “It’s really, really nice to meet you.” She spoke, making a grand gesture with her hand. “You’re gorgeous.

know? She

hands and looked into her

and call me crazy-but would you like to be my best friend?” I didn’t realize my words. “O-Or we can work towards it?”

was I

run for it, I looked

cut me off. “We can be best friends. Just give me your number.” She

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

they were together-together.

risk and having enough courage to tell Jade about his occupation must’ve meant he

normal.” I scratched my head, hoping that would

okay. Normal is

an innocent smile, but all I could think about was that Dario wouldn’t be around for much longer. A few months from now, he would move to the west coast, and she would most

should go on a playdate with our

asked, shocked. “I didn’t know

hadn’t told us about her? Did he have a secret baby without