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!”

politely, not wanting to disrespect

crying in Lucio’s old study, his behavior towards me had softened

and a

the room to let everyone taste Lucio’s favorite sweet while I stood in the corner without

count, had disappeared with Beau, Vince, Marc, and Dario, who had dragged him to the kitchen for a drink. The four horsemen who were

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

for Siena, who was across the room with Emmanuella. Besides being with Christian’s relative, she had been Lucio’s loyal maid for a long time and had

had reunited with Siena, who had grown a

but I can tell she’ll end up having Christian’s personality. Cesca had concluded like

been standing beside me for quite

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

closed it right after and gave her a nod. I was

right?” The woman asked, not giving up just yet. “Dario said I should stand next to you whenever I feel awkward because you’re

was doing. “He’s one to

take a

sentence, laughing.

“Yes!”

know Dario?” The thought had suddenly occurred to me. By the looks of it, she knew him very well. A bit

her forehead. “I’m sorry. It’s all-new, so it still sounds weird.”

was seeing someone? Good

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

told about the feelings he’d

She spoke, making a grand gesture with her hand. “You’re gorgeous. I can

know? She just didn’t

grabbed both her hands and looked into her eyes with a desperate

and call me crazy-but would you like to be my best friend?” I didn’t realize my words.

I even

make a run for it, I looked away from her eyes. “Im so sorry. Please forget I ever said that-

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

or are they normal like

were together-together.

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

is far from normal.” I scratched my head, hoping that would not

Normal is

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 likely tag along and forget

a playdate with

shocked. “I didn’t know you have

us about her? Did he have