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 the ridiculous taste of

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

hug and a late-night talk

Lucio’s

Vince, Marc, and Dario, who had

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

the room with Emmanuella. Besides being with Christian’s relative, she had been Lucio’s loyal maid for a

when she had reunited with Siena, who had grown a lot since she had last seen her.

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

this is awkward-isn’t it?” The woman who had been standing beside me for quite some time addressed me.

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

opened my mouth to say something but closed it right

just yet. “Dario said I should stand next to you whenever I

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

“He can’t even take a compliment without doing that weird thing

finished her sentence, laughing. “The blinking

“Yes!”

had suddenly occurred to me. By the looks

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

was seeing someone?

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

had also told about the

really nice to meet you.” She spoke, making

she did know? She just didn’t care.

her hands and looked into her eyes with a desperate

you like to

was I even

it, I looked away from her eyes. “Im so sorry.

friends. Just give me your number.” She handed me her phone while I did the same, still not believing my words from earlier.

family mobsters, or are they normal

were together-together.

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

from normal.” I scratched my head, hoping that would

okay. Normal is

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

should go on a

asked, shocked. “I didn’t know

reason why Dario hadn’t told us about her? Did he have a secret baby without telling us?