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!”

not wanting to disrespect

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

a late-night talk could change everything?

room to let everyone taste Lucio’s favorite sweet while I stood

who had been by my side for more hours than I could count, had disappeared with Beau, Vince, Marc, and Dario, who had dragged him to the kitchen for a drink.

told him to stop being a wimp, and I hadn’t seen him ever since. So much for being

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

her reaction when she had reunited with Siena, who had grown a lot

tell she’ll end up having Christian’s personality. Cesca

is awkward-isn’t it?” The woman who had been standing

know how to make friends. I admired her courage

hold a normal conversation, I opened my mouth to say something but closed it right after and gave her a nod. I was never going to make new

up just yet. “Dario said I should stand

that?” I cackled, not even noticing what I was doing. “He’s one to talk.

take a compliment without doing that

sentence, laughing.

“Yes!”

occurred to me. By the

slammed her hand against her forehead. “I’m sorry. It’s

seeing someone? Good for him.

he was seeing anyone.” I showed my excitement. She knew my name, which made

the feelings he’d once felt

you.” She spoke, making a grand gesture with her hand. “You’re

She just didn’t

I grabbed both her hands and

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

I

make a run for it, I looked

cut me off. “We can be best friends. Just give me your number.” She handed me her phone while I did the

they normal like mine?” Jade asked, handing me

they were together-together.

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

my head, hoping that would not

Normal is boring.

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

a playdate with our babies-”

shocked. “I didn’t know

that the reason why Dario hadn’t told us about her? Did he have