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.”

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

uncle, I was frightened for Siena’s life and decided it would

asked. I wish I could say he was doing fine, but he seemed stressed and wouldn’t open up about

“True.”

funeral service had ended. Everyone had left, except for Christian, who had not left Dario’s side. I was aware

weather wasn’t exactly helping, but somehow I managed. “Serena,

there was another Serena and didn’t hesitate for a second. Christian opened his arms. and pulled me in his embrace.

“Don’t be. It’s

back turned against me and looked at the ground where his uncle was buried. All I

going to be okay?” I whispered. Dario was like a robot, and anyone could see that he was not doing okay. Christian

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

Could I blame them? No, not this time. I could take a lot, but even

be back, okay?” Christian spoke before walking 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 pulled out the envelope from my purse and

give you

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

Christian, but your uncle gave me a letter.” I showed him the envelope.

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

to kill 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 opened some kind of

around my surroundings to find Christian.

occurred to me and

his head on my shoulder and sobbed as I brushed my 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 person. Unfortunately, things were different because he lost the

that he was capable of anything. He only cared about one thing, and that was taking over the family business.

to kill his dad were not some random words. He meant it. I could tell that he meant it, and even though I