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

Chapter 141

“It’s not too late to run away” Emilio laughed at his own joke, but it didn’t get through to me. It was Siena’s weekly visit at the Lamberti estate, and because Matteo did not want to let me go alone. Emilio joined me

this time.

I was trying to keep it together, but I couldn’t. I was still rerrified and confused about why a man who was supposed to be dead was supposedly alive and did not know to process it I had not closed a single eye and was terrified for my life.

My bedroom light remained on last night, and I literally ran to the bathroom with my eyes closed. That was how terrified 1 was, and the worst thing was that I had no one to talk to, other than Christian and Marc, who also did not have a solid explanation.

“Hello, is anyone in there?” Emilio joked and grabbed Milo’s hand to hold it against my head. “Huh, yes?” I spoke. “I’m so sorry. I was just thinking”

“About what?” Emilio asked and pushed Milo into my arms so he could grab Siena out of the car. “I was thinking about how cute my little nephew is.” I cooed and pinched him in his cheek.

“Cute,” Milo repeated with a cute smile on his face. I felt guilty for bringing him here, but I did not feel like spending my day with grumpy Lamberti’s, and they loved Milo as much as they loved Siena-so asking Emilio to bring him along was for the best.

“Look who’s there.” Emilio sighed as he glared at the door. My eyes followed his until they met Christian’s “I thought he stopped smoking,” Emilio spoke.

“I thought so too,” I whispered as I observed the troubled look on Christian’s face. If I was terrified. I could not begin to think about how he must’ve felt after hearing his uncle might still be alive. The worst thing was that he had to process all of this on his own.

“Chrissie!” Milo yelled and pointed his tiny finger in his direction. Christian’s eyes widened, and he threw away the cigarette. “Milo, Christian’s a bad guy.” Emilio scoffed, but Milo thought otherwise, and so did I

“No.” Milo laughed at his dad. Milo was right, Emilio was hilarious, Christian was a lot but he was not a bad guy. “Come on, let’s go-and be nice,” I warned Emilio. The best thing would’ve been to pull Siena from his arms so I could give her to Christian myself. Christian was already going through enough, and the last thing he needed was a scolding from my brother.

“Chrissie!” Milo cheered and kicked with his feet. “Down!”

I gave Milo what he wanted and put him down on his feet so he could run into Christian’s arms. “Why do children love him so much? He isn’t even that nice.” Emilio spoke, annoyed, as I shrugged my shoulders. “I

don’t know.”

A smile grew on my face at the sight of Christian and Milo. It was obvious that Christian was not in a good mood, but he was good at playing pretend and put on a happy face for Milo. “I’m begging you to be nice,” I whispered in Emilio’s cars.

I should’ve taken Marcello with me. Marcello was good at being two-faced, just like his girlfriend Maddie, and wouldn’t show his anger towards Christian, at least not in his face. “Emilio,” Christian spoke with a forced smile on his face.

The two used to be close until I came into the picture. The first time I met my brother we were right here. at the Lamberti estate. He even told me that Christian was like family to him, and I ruined it with my presence. “Christian.” Emilio glared at him.

“I can take my daughter from here, thank you,” Christian spoke and grabbed Siena from his hands. Emilio’s fists were clenched, but he managed to take a deep breath and calmed himself down as Christian led us inside.

happy to see Siena, but he seemed off today. He seemed exhausted and

her to Lucio

but the frown had quickly changed after to a nod. “Milo, let’s go.” He sighed. “Your

Siena and opened the door. “Yes, bad Serena.” He repeated.

a step closer and reached my hand to hold Christian’s. His gaze was glued down to the floor, and he almost seemed like a living corpse. “Are you okay? Did you even sleep?” I

was not in the mood for his flirty remarks. “Do you know more about your unc-” I started, but before I could finish my sentence Christian looked me in the

tomorrow.” He whispered. “Tomorrow?” I confirmed. “That’s fine.

tomorrow.”

you think that lady

and his grandpa were liars but also that Christian’s uncle, who he had spoken so highly of, was his enemy in disguise.

take away his pain. “I don’t like seeing you like this,” I spoke and pulled him into a hug. He seemed surprised and flustered by

a serious moment, but this time I didn’t care. I needed to see him

of this and it bothered me. Things would’ve never turned out like this, if Dario wasn’t in town.

somewhat grateful, I also felt terrible. Dario didn’t care about me, all he cared about was ruining Christian and that was the only reason

cupped my cheeks

still be alive?” I asked and noticed

took a deep breath. “No, I’m not. I might start smoking too. This is

but it’s for the best to handle this situation quietly. I don’t want it to get to

do I.” I agreed. All I wanted was for Lucio to live his last moments in peace, and that would only happen if we kept our mouths shut.

to the room. I felt relieved to see that it was

a warm smile. “Serena, come here and give me a hug.” Lucio smiled. He never asked me for a hug before. I remember how I used to be scared of him

before he cries-he does that a lot nowadays.” Christian encouraged and grabbed my hand to lead me to Lucio. “I’m dying, and you only visit me one time a week. Don’t you think that’s a bit cruel?”

look. I could not understand how someone

Lucio laughed at me. “I’m

It was awkward and silent until Lucio.

Emilio. Please don’t do it, don’t do it, I thought

he wants to work for me. Are you guys not treating him well?” Christian asked. He knew that Emilio wouldn’t do anything in front of Lucio, so he took

“Yes, I know. That was also my reaction.” Christian provoked him.

glared at each other while Lucio was completely unbothered. “I like Beau. It would be a good thing to have him around you-don’t you agree, Serena?” Lucio

I get

towards me and waited to hear my answer. “Yes, sure-1 think so,” I muttered. “Anyway, who wants

discuss this with my dad?” Emilio asked and ignored my presence. “I’m sure Matteo would be fine with this. We get along well, don’t

only