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.

Usually, I would argue back, but this time I knew he was oChapter 218

“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.”

be in this business, and the truth is that you have to be prepared for

Dario’s uncle, I was frightened for Siena’s life and decided it would be for the best not to bring her along.

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

“True.”

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

somehow I managed. “Serena, come here.” Christian motioned.

second.

my head. “Don’t

I wanted was to hug

grabbed my hand to pull me forward. “Is he going to be okay?” I whispered. Dario was like a robot, and anyone could see that he was not

before he could-we got interrupted by the sound of

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 a bit too much for me.

off. 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

to give you

his hand, but this time he didn’t let go of me. He looked down at our intertwined hands with a sad look in

a letter.” I showed him the envelope. “I wanted to

Dario snatched it from my hands and tore the envelope to shreds, revealing the letter. With trembling hands,

meaning whatever was in the letter must’ve opened some kind of scars. He fell to

Christian. What should I do? Should I comfort him?

seemed broken and vulnerable, so I did the first thing which occurred to me and got on my knees so I could pull him into a tight hug. “It’s

hand through his hair. I was grateful he decided to let me comfort him because he needed it. Despite everything. I had always viewed him as a strong

type of evil and had shown us that he was capable of anything. He only cared about one thing, and that was

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