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

Chapter 218

“It doesn’t matter.” Johnny sighed. “I’m here now, and I think Dario could use a brother…so could I

“And I hate to say I told you so.” Johnny continued. “But I handed you, my dad and Luca, on a silver platter, and you let them live-

“I know, and I’ll fix it.” Christian looked at me. “We’re working on their whereabouts, but we don’t have anything y—

As soon as Christian noticed the look on my face, he stopped talking and covered my ears with his hands. “I’m afraid this doesn’t concern you, Serena” He smiled.

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“Look at him. He’s so pitiful. The couple next to me whispered while their eyes were glued to Dario. Anyone would’ve expected for him to cry, and rightfully so-but he didn’t.

It was his uncle’s funeral, and he didn’t shed a tear. Only one week had passed since the unfortunate event, and there were still a lot of mysteries that had yet to be unsolved.

I watched as Christian placed his hand on Dario’s shoulder and wondered what was going to his mind. If anyone hadn’t been the same, it had to be him. After informing him about his uncle’s crimes, he told me to keep it quiet-so I did. The only ones who knew were the ones who were aware of Berto.

I listened to him for Lucio’s sake, but even he couldn’t be fooled this time. His health had declined to the point it had taken him to the hospital. He demanded answers, and Christian had decided to give them to him, but only after the funeral.

There was one thing I hadn’t told him about, and that was the letter. It seemed to be something personal, so despite all the stuff that Dario said about me–I was going to be the one to give it to him. “Serena, are you okay?”

I turned my head and looked at Johnny, who had been awfully nice these past days. He moved his fingers to my eyes and wiped away my tears which I hadn’t even noticed. “I just feel so bad for him,” I whispered, looking at Dario.

“He’s supposed to yell, cry—maybe even resent us, but he isn’t.”

going to fix anything, Johnny explained. “He chose to be in this business, and the truth is that you have to be

stared at Christian and felt chills throughout my body. After what had happened to Dario’s uncle, I was frightened for Siena’s life and decided it would be for the best not to bring her along. I couldn’t even imagine what I had to go through if something happened

fine, but he seemed stressed and wouldn’t open up about his feelings-but I was used to

“True.”

had passed, and the funeral service had ended. Everyone had left, except for Christian, who had not left Dario’s side. I was aware that Dario wasn’t in any mood to see me and kept my distance.

wasn’t exactly helping, but somehow I

Serena and didn’t hesitate for a second. Christian opened

shook my head. “Don’t be. It’s okay,”

where his uncle was buried. All I wanted was to

hand to pull me forward. “Is he going to be okay?” I whispered. Dario

of

look on his face, and I could sense that they were once again hiding something from me. Could I blame them? No, not this time. I could take a lot, but even this was

for a split second before he turned back around. Christian not being here was an excellent opportunity for me to give him the letter. I pulled out the

need to give you

touch traveled from Dario’s shoulder to his hand, but this time he didn’t let go of me. He looked down at our intertwined hands with a sad

your uncle gave me a letter.” I showed him the envelope. “I wanted to

the letter. With trembling hands, he read through the letter, while I could only wonder the context

It was the first time he showed some type of emotion, meaning whatever was in the letter must’ve

Christian. What should I do? Should I comfort him? Would he even let

He seemed broken and vulnerable, so I did the first thing which occurred to me and got on my knees so I could

me comfort him because he needed

I rubbed his back. Berto was a different type of evil and had shown us that he was capable of anything. He only cared about one thing, and that was taking over the family business. He didn’t care who had to die

his dad were not some random words. He meant it. I could tell that he meant it, and even though I had often been vocal about others not having the right to decide over other’s life, I wanted nothing more. What