His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika

Chapter 123

“Listen, Serena, I don’t have time for your bullshit-we have a problem, and we’re going to have to work together to fix it.” Christian spoke.

He sounded as if he was in a rush, and he sounded serious, so I did the first thing which came to my mind. and parked the car to the side. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” I asked, worried.

Why did I even care?

“It’s the ring.” Christian sighed. “I’ll take responsibility for everything that happened-but not the ring.”

Was he serious? Was he really calling me over a stupid ring?

“I know you’re desperate to talk to me-but don’t you think it’s going a bit too far?” I chuckled, but he remained. silent. “Hello, Christian?”

“The ring you threw away, my dad once gave it to me-to give to you. It’s a family piece, and I need it back.” He sighed. I felt sorry for him, but that wasn’t my problem anymore. “Well…you know I threw the ring away so.”

“Where!” Christian asked. That was a difficult question. It could’ve been anywhere. “Well, I don’t know, and I’m not watching that video again—“

“Serena, think!” Christian begged. “Please, think.”

I closed my eyes and went through the embarrassing moment in my head. “I think the road, maybe? Behind the road are woods, so maybe you should try your luck there.”

“Good, we’ll go around midnight.” Christian decided. He didn’t ask me. He ordered me around like it was nothing. I have a baby to take care of our daughter, by the way, you’re right, the ring is absolutely my fault, and I apologize-but I can’t come.” I politely let him down, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Let someone watch Siena. Since your family wants to step up all of a sudden, I don’t think they’ll mind taking care of her. At least I hope that’s the case.” Christian spoke.

“I told you, I can’t. I’m sorry.” I spoke as I looked back at Siena, who was asleep. Ask you, brother. He’ll say yes.” Christian suggested. He wasn’t going to let it go.

“Christian, Beau has his own life.” I reminded him. I couldn’t always depend on my twin brother. “Beau has no life. He’ll eat your toenail if you ask him too-

“Wait a minute, why do I have to help you?” The thought had suddenly occurred to me. “That’s easy,” Christian. spoke. “Because I’m embarrassed, I don’t need any more people to judge me, and I’m not letting anyone lose sleep over something you lost. It’s our responsibility, so we should get it together.”

“If not for me, then please for my dad.” Christian requested. This was not the first time he got his way by using his dad, and the worst thing was that it was actually working. “Why are you in such a hurry to find it?” I asked. It was weird that he desperately needed my help while we were not exactly on speaking terms. There was definitely more to the story. “How are you going to ask me for a favor after you’ve threatened to take Siena away from me?”

“Serena, is this about your dad again? Because I’m done having this conversation with you.” Christian sighed. “You shouldn’t worry about why I’m willing to fight for my daughter. You should worry about why your dad wasn’t willing to fight for you.”

His sentence came as a shock, and I did not know what to say. There was no need for me to yell at him

for badmouthing my family and for cheating, but was I seriously angry because Christian was willing to fight for his daughter? Wasn’t that a good

Christian begged. “Just help me look for it,

I couldn’t.

was supposed to be angry with him. He couldn’t

can’t.” I told Christian. To really sorry, and I hope you find the ring, but I can’t. When I told you we were done, I meant it-I told you not to contact me

a fit, but surprisingly enough, he didn’t. “I understand.”

making me feel guilty, it was definitely working-because I felt like shit. I was doing what felt right for Siena and me,

was the only thing going through my head as I drove back home. I’m a terrible person, and as if that wasn’t enough

I called out as I stepped inside the house, but all I could hear was yelling. “They’re at it again.” Luke spoke.

the mood for Siena’s nap to

who had followed me to Siena’s room. “Mom is out. Carmen and Luis are at school, and as I told

kept interrogating him. I was desperate for him to leave, 50 he could not ask me any questions about where I had been because it was no secret that

by his honesty and did not know how to answer. Apparently, stuff like that was normal in this household. “Oh, okay.”

went to the Lamberti’s so Siena could see Christian!” I let out. I expected a scolding from my sixteen-year-old brother, but he did nothing. “Please wait before you tell dad. He’s not really in

father!” I heard Beau’s voice pierce through the hallway. “Come on, let’s go,” I whispered and led Luke out of the baby room. “I think I should do something

baby anymore.” Luke chuckled. “But you’re right. It’s your idiot of a twin brother-so you can fix it. I can’t stand

Beau had been causing a lot of trouble, and I could only take that much. It was difficult to breathe like this, and I had no time for myself. I went from one mess

breath and walked downstairs, where my dad

a father to me in years, I

in the uncomfortable situation. Beau grabbed my hand and shook his

but all his attention was on Matteo. “You tell Serena you love her and how sorry you are, every single

yelled out. “Not from you, not from Emilio, not from Marcello. Not from anyone here!”

move, Beau, I thought to myself as I began to realize that I had to tell my dad about Christian after this. Why did my brother have to be

you’re more calm, okay?” I spoke as I pulled

at me? As if all the other stuff wasn’t enough, my twin brother yelled at me. “Don’t yell at your sister!” Matteo warned

spoke, defeated. “I’m telling you about my feelings, and

to tuck you into bed and to kiss you goodnight? Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?” Matteo mocked

it was ever going to stop. Was this how crazy Christian and I

much to say about Isobel, but you send me away to Fabio like a piece

at me.

fix things with you, and I gave you everything. All I’m asking from you is to find someone else to love. Anyone but her, do you know how that makes us look? I can trust your sister, but I can’t

while I was still confused as to why I was even brought up in this conversation. “And just so you know, we’re grown-ups. I don’t have to be here, and I’m not going to follow your