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

Chapter 132

“I knew it,” Christian whispered while I was still trying to process everything. “You knew what? Is that really Dario?”

“I thought you told me the two of you never met?” I spoke, confused. I didn’t know what the meaning was of any of this. “That’s what he wanted us to believe,” Christian said.

“Serena, I feel like I should thank you for asking me about my childhood pictures. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even have noticed.” Christian chuckled, but I was still as clueless as one could be.

“Thanks?” I mumbled. “But what’s Dario doing at your uncle’s birthday party?”

“Serena, there’s something I have to tell you.” Christian sighed. “When I went to visit Isobel’s grandpa, he told me that Dario came by to tell him not to fix things. He had the opportunity to help you with Beau, but he didn’t. He tried to bribe him.”

“W-what?” I stuttered, unsure of where this story was even headed. “I heard that Dario had been asking questions about my uncle, and I had a feeling there was more behind it-”

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that he lied in my face and pretended to feel sorry for me while he specifically asked the Sala’s not to do anything?” I spoke with clenched fists. I felt stupid for trusting him. but Christian told me this all along. I just didn’t want to listen.

I knew he had something against Christian, and I told him he had to stop, but this time it was unforgivable.

The words, sorry, were finally making sense now.

“I’m so stupid,” I whispered. “I was worried about letting you around Siena while Dario was literally there. You warned me about him, and I went against you-

“You’re not stupid. You’re too good for this world” Christian spoke. I knew he was trying to make me feel better, but I already should’ve done something after seeing the first red flag. No sane person would go as far as taking pictures of their enemy. “So what you’re trying to tell me is that you’ve met Dario as a child, and somehow he’s back to ruin your life?”

“I think he’s a Lamberti,” Christian stated. “I think he’s somehow my uncle’s secret son. I don’t know why he would be at the party or why he would hate me-

“Because everything that went to you was supposed to be his, if your grandpa had never removed your uncle and if your uncle had acknowledged him as his legitimate son.” I sighed-all of this made sense.

“That’s what I think, but I don’t know for sure.”

“Christian, I’m so sorry.” I apologized. I really thought I could trust Dario. He had been nothing but kind to me, but it turned out that was all an act too. I bet our meeting at the grocery store wasn’t even a coincidence.

“Don’t be. You didn’t know.” Christian reassured me. “You’re never the problem. You know that-, and Dario has nothing against you. He has something against me.”

“He told me he felt sorry for me, but now you’re telling me that he bribed Isobel’s grandpa to sabotage everything. What do you mean?” I spoke, surprised. “He’s against me whether he realizes it or not.”

“No, he isn’t.” Christian sighed. “I would like for him to be, but he isn’t. Sabotaging Isobel was to get to me

so that I couldn’t do you a favor,” Christian explained. “He’s not a threat to you. Otherwise, I would’ve interfered a long time ago.”

“So what now?” I asked, defeated. It was not as if I could suddenly stop working with him, not when other people were already involved.

“You go on as usual, and you do not let him know that we know about this,” Christian spoke. “Does he know the two of us are hanging out again?”

he doesn’t. I just told him to stop bothering you, but

him that I hate you so that I can get more information out of him?” I suggested, but Christian shook his head.

you still love me.” He chuckled as my cheeks flushed red. Was it really

make use of it.” Christian spoke, but that wasn’t enough for me. He was right, I could

I get him to talk about his

open up, not like that. He likes

I want to help.” I spoke. I was just as curious as Christian and did not appreciate Dario lying to me. “You can go into his office and find some

could help-not how I can get killed.” I rolled my eyes. I offered my help because

didn’t want

him. I was sick and tired of people not involving me in things because they thought I couldn’t handle it. After everything I’d been through,

really one, he would’ve known that I was always open to doing

Johnny and

“I don’t know what their reaction will be, so I think it’s

about his father, so it probably wouldn’t end well. “It’s not like you can ask your dad

his fingers through my hair. “I feel like you’re the only one who

day, and it was actually pretty crazy how a photo book had ruined

going to invite him to the family shoot?” I asked to ease the

much shit to say about the

shit to say about the Lamberti’s?” Christian smiled, but his words broke my heart. No one could choose the family they were

taking that surname. Also, I had a lot of crap to say about the Lamberti’s, but I never thought it would be a burden to

was no different from Maddie and Isobel carrying the Alfonzo

to tell you, but it’s a secret,” I told Christian, who patiently waited for me to speak. “Isobel is pregnant

she didn’t tell me?” Christian spoke, offended. “Don’t take it to heart, they just

Isobel with a baby?”

praised him. He was but he was very overprotective in a good

an asshole,

crazy how Siena has so many people to play with?” Christian smiled. “She doesn’t have any siblings,

I

with my cousins. They all grew up together (while I suddenly

we have to fix the bond between the Lamberti’s and the Alfonzo’s. We have to do it for Siena’s

child, so I wanted her to grow up with all of her cousins, and I

know you don’t want to hear it-but we should start by getting back

love you. You love me-it shouldn’t be that hard.” He sighed. It shouldn’t, but I didn’t know if I was ready to take that risk. I didn’t want

with step-siblings? Do you want her to become like Dario?” Christian teased me at the end, but all these questions made

see him with anyone else.

did not want a stepmom or step-siblings for Siena.

like Dario, who

I asked, embarrassed. I felt ashamed to bring up the subject, but Christian had a

like I want to go to relationship