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

Chapter 208

“Siena, are you excited to see grandpa?” Christian kissed her check. It was one day before the family shoot, and I had somehow managed to push Christian to talk about Dario’s position with Franco.

“Please behave normally around my dad.” Christian requested. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that you do this weird thing with your eyes, and you’re a terrible liar-so please, control yourself.”

I laughed at Christian’s honest words and gave him a nudge against his shoulder. I knew I was a bad actress, but that was okay-I couldn’t do everything. “It’s hard being nice, isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry

for speaking the truth.” Christian chuckled. “And don’t push me when I’m holding the baby.”

“And don’t push me when I’m holding the baby.” I mimicked Christian. If there was one thing that would never get boring, it was definitely getting on his nerves. “Come on, I’m just kidding!” I spoke after seeing. the look on his face. Perhaps it was time to stop with the teasing.

“Have we heard anything about your uncle’s whereabouts?” I asked while I held his free hand. The sigh which escaped from Christian’s mouth was enough proof that he didn’t want to discuss it.

“No, as far as I’m concerned, we still have a truce for my dad’s sake,” Christian spoke as he tried to remain calm. If he really thought that his uncle would sit on his ass and do nothing, then it was time for him to rethink that. “Monsters like him don’t do truces.” I spoke.

Christian stopped in his steps and released my hand so that he could tighten his grip around Sienna. “Do you really think so?” He asked, worried. It was not that difficult to see that his uncle’s terrified him, and that’s why we had to deal with it as soon as possible. If someone like Christian was terrified, it meant his uncle was a severe threat.

“Yes, he’ll show himself before that-so what you need to do is tell your dad the truth,” I explained myself. Things had changed, so maybe I could get through him.

“No, absolutely not.” Christian spoke to my surprise. I guess I was wrong.

Manipulating him in doing what I wanted would only get me that far, but that was okay for now. He had at least agreed to the idea of sharing the family business with Dario, and that was enough for now. “You know I appreciate your advice, but I won’t tell him.”

I was shocked at Christian’s cold tone and did my best to control myself. In the past, I would’ve gone crazy and asked him who he thought he was talking to, but I did not want to argue. There was no time to argue.

“Because you want to wait for your dad to die, and you think your uncle Berto is patient enough to wait for his last breath?” I shot Christian a sympathetic smile. “I understand, but you can’t trust him-he would want to say goodbye to his brother.”

“Drop it,” Christian spoke, irritated. He was slowly getting on my nerve. All I wanted was for him to see my point, but it wasn’t working. He wouldn’t listen.

“Forget about the truce-you can’t make promises with someone like that, Christian.” I sighed before 1 decided to let the situation drop. I told him what I had to say and that was it.

“Listen, have you at least thought about what you’re going to do about Johnny?”

Johnny…

Carmen told me she was fine over the phone, but I knew my sister, and she had lost her unique glow. Johnny wanted to sacrifice them just like that, and Christian still stood behind his cousin.

still weak.

my final warning. One more word, and he was

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry.” I told

“It’s okay.”

door. He seemed energetic today and

if he were to leave this earth. Lucio was his rock,

the door. Christian handed me Siena and nearly ran into his dad’s embrace. “It looks like even you are replaceable.” I

my arms.

see me.” Lucio complained before he kissed

Christian was clearly his favorite son, if not his favorite person. Christian stepped aside so Lucio could take

a nod and grabbed my hand. “Are you excited for

smile I could tell that he was skinnier than before and was probably nearing his end. Even thep- it was still a beautiful thing to see how much

the wheelchair inside and ordered the guards to close the

that, Serena?” Lucio laughed. “My own son is trying to

because I want you to be healthy, dad.” He

I’m dying, and I can literally drop dead any

his voice. He released his hands from the wheelchair and

surprised, while he seemed shocked by his own actions. “I-I need to see my grandpa, and Siena needs silence. Take care of my dad,” Christian stormed off.

didn’t mean it like that.” I placed my hand on Lucio’s shoulder. “I’m fine. It’s just how he gets.” Lucio spoke. “I never

I didn’t want stuff like this to happen.

I probably couldn’t.

I’m gone-such as distant relatives he

which only made me wonder what kind of challenges Christian would face. “I know you won’t, and that’s why I’m happy to have you

the business with Dario, and he told me it came from you.” Lucio grabbed my hand. He probably thought I was just a good person without knowing

be true and Berto seemed like an impatient person who would most likely not listen to Christian’s request, but Christian would not

In my opinion, Christian didn’t even have to ask permission from his grandpa as he was technically the boss, but he, unfortunately, valued other people’s views the most. To me it was just another sign of his weakness.

had a fake smile on her

out.

her to hear. I strongly believed that Cesca was also part of the bigger issue which caused

with trembling lips. So that was the problem. I folded my arms and glared at Cesca the same way she glared at me. Respect had to go

One of the maids broke the awkward silence. “Serena, excuse me–it seems like

one, I did not have a Christian, and I

apparently, you’re also making decisions now?” Cesca scoffed. “You don’t understand, so please.” I pleaded. Even though

walked towards me. “I think you’re trying to ruin this family, and

gaze. “This will backfire, and do you know why?” Cesea asked, while I shook my head. Even though

men, they are horrible, selfish, and hungry for power, and Dario and Christian

about to spin. In the worst-case scenario, Cesca’s opinion would turn out to be correct, and if that were the case, Christian would put all the blame on me. “Now tell me, Serena, are you and Dario sleeping together?”