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.

was still weak.

now.” Christian huffed angrily. This was it, my final warning. One more word, and he was going to explode, which meant our own peace would’ve only lasted one day.

my hand against Christian’s arm. “I didn’t mean

“It’s okay.”

to Lucio, who was waiting for us at the door. He

want to imagine what would happen if he were to leave this earth. Lucio was his rock, and even though it sounded selfish, all I wanted was for him to hold on for just a bit longer,

we reached the door. Christian handed me Siena and nearly ran into

my arms.

missed you. I thought you didn’t want to see me.” Lucio complained

while before he even acknowledged my existence, but I couldn’t blame him. Christian was clearly his favorite son, if not his favorite person. Christian stepped aside so Lucio could take a proper look

Lucio. He gave me a nod and grabbed my hand. “Are you

end. Even thep- it was still a beautiful thing to see

pushed the wheelchair inside and ordered the guards to close the door. “You should at

laughed. “My own son is trying to

because I want you to be healthy, dad.”

who cares? I’m dying, and I can literally drop dead any second-

his voice. He released his hands from the wheelchair and snatched Siena from my hands.

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

Lucio’s shoulder. “I’m fine. It’s just

didn’t want stuff like this to happen. He was going through a hard

I probably couldn’t.

when I’m gone-such as distant relatives he has never even heard

that happen.” I spoke, determined. Lucio wasn’t even talking about Berto, which only made me wonder what kind

probably thought I was just a good person without knowing the real reason, which pained me. It pained me to lie to him and he deserved to know the truth about Berto.

person who would most likely not listen

the right thing.” I told Lucio. In my opinion, Christian didn’t even have to ask permission from his grandpa as he was technically the boss, but

She had a fake smile on her face, and I could tell that it was meant for me. “Serena, it’s

out.

the bigger issue which caused Christian a lot of stress and I could confirm that by her nerve to glare at me.

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 both ways, and it seemed like she had forgotten about

Alfonzo.” One of the maids broke the awkward silence. “Serena, excuse me–it seems like your dad’s

Christian, and I did not have Siena. It was just

two-day vacation was enough, but apparently, you’re also making decisions now?” Cesca scoffed. “You don’t understand, so please.” I pleaded. Even though I wanted to, I could not tell her the truth about Berto because I

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

and do you know why?” Cesea asked, while I shook my head. Even though I promised

hungry for power, and Dario and Christian are not meant to be on the same

spin. In the worst-case scenario, Cesca’s opinion would turn out to be correct, and if that