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.”

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

decided it would be for the best not to bring her along. I couldn’t

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

“True.”

passed, and the funeral service had ended. Everyone had left, except for Christian, who had not left Dario’s side.

helping, but somehow I managed. “Serena, come here.” Christian

there was another Serena and didn’t hesitate for a second.

shook my head. “Don’t be.

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

my forehead and 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

could-we got interrupted by the sound of his phone. “Answer it,” Dario spoke for the first time. “I’ll watch Serena. Answer it.”

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

back around. Christian not being here was an excellent opportunity for me to give him the letter. I pulled out the envelope

need to give

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

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

my hands and tore the envelope to shreds, revealing the letter. With

was in the letter must’ve opened some kind of scars. He fell to the ground and leaned against a tree as

around my surroundings to find Christian.

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

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

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

I could tell that he meant it, and even though I had often