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.”

knows that’s not going to fix anything, Johnny explained. “He chose to be in this business, and the truth is that

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

he seemed stressed and wouldn’t open up about his feelings-but I was used to it. “You know how he gets.”

“True.”

Christian, who had not left Dario’s side. I was aware that Dario wasn’t in any

somehow

around as if there was another Serena and didn’t hesitate for a second. Christian opened his arms. and pulled me in his embrace. “You’re

shook my head. “Don’t be. It’s

was buried. All I wanted was to hug him and to tell him

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

interrupted by the sound of his phone. “Answer it,” Dario spoke for

hiding something from me. Could I blame them? No, not this time. I could take a lot,

My eyes met Dario’s 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

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 look in his eyes. “What is it?”

me a letter.” I showed him the envelope. “I wanted to wait but-

to shreds, revealing the letter. With trembling hands, he read through the letter, while I could

him,” Dario whispered as tears fell from his eyes. It was the first time he showed some type of emotion, meaning whatever was in the letter must’ve

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

vulnerable, so I did the first thing which occurred to me and

him because he needed it. Despite everything. I had always viewed him as a strong person. Unfortunately, things were different because he lost the most important

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 for him to get it. He was a monster.

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