His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110 

Christian 

“Who is there?” Lucio asked after hearing three knocks on the door. “It’s your favorite son!” Christian called out. 

Lucio smiled and sat up straight. “Gio? Come in!” He joked. Christian rolled his eyes and opened the door to enter the bedroom. “No, it’s Enzo.” He chuckled. After hearing his son’s name, the look on Lucio’s face had changed. “Then you can go again.” He spoke. 

Christian sighed and walked over to the bed to hold his father’s hand. “I know you miss him a lot.” 

“I don’t.” Lucio growled. “I won’t forgive him, over my dead body.” 

The sound of those words was a nightmare to Christian. He did not wished to see his dad stressed and wanted him to make up with Enzo, but he also didn’t want a repeat of what happened at the Garcia’s 

estate. 

“Where are Serena and Siena? Are they sick of me already?” Lucio chuckled. Christian smiled back and shook his head. “I decided to come clean about my mistakes after all, so now we’re on a ‘break’ whatever that’s supposed to mean.” 

“Oh?” Lucio furrowed his eyebrows. “But she’s still wearing her ring, right?” 

Christian smiled and thought of Serena and how thoughtful she was. She was still pissed, but she did not want to worry Lucio-so she asked for her ring back. “Yes, she’s still wearing it-she’s just pissed, and she wants to poke me in my eyes, but you don’t have to worry. She’ll be home next week.” 

“She left home?” Lucio sighed. Christian did not want to burden his dad with this news, but the thought of Christian losing Serena bothered Lucio. “How are you taking it? Please tell me you’re keeping it together?” Lucio worried. 

He knew all too well about Christian’s lousy habit and was not in the mood for a relapse. “Dad, I told you I’m done drinking and smoking. I have Siena now, so I have to find another way to deal with my crap. Whether I like it or not.” 

Lucio nodded his head and ruffled Christian’s hair the same way he did when he was younger. “What are you doing?” Christian laughed as he pushed away his hand. 

“I hadn’t done that in years, I felt the need to do that at least one time before-” 

“Dad, don’t do that.” Christian took a deep breath. “Don’t say stuff like that. I can’t take it when you say stuff like that. Please don’t!” 

“Okay.” Lucio smiled. “If you don’t want me to say stuff like that, then I won’t say stuff like that. Let’s live in the lie you want.” 

Lucio stroke the back of his hand against Christian cheek with a satisfied smile on his face. He was worried for a while and thought Christian was going down the wrong path-but everything changed when Siena was born. The same Christian who had always been rude, cold, and unapproachable had turned into a kind, warm and loving father. 

Others had called Lucio to tell him Christian was weak and would fail, but Lucio jumped on every opportunity to defend him. He did not mind him being soft. As long as he had his life together, he did not care. “Did you bring your laptop?” Lucio asked as he pulled out his bed tray table. 

“Come lay next to your father. You liked that when you were little.” Lucio smiled while Christian crunched. his nose. “The bed you and mom made us in? No thanks.” He spoke as he pulled out a chair and placed the laptop on the tray. 

“I feel like I’m going to school again. This is ridiculous. I’m prepared-I’ve always been prepared.” Christian rolled his eyes. “I know, but I want to do this so I can go in peace-” 

“Dad,” Christian warned him. He didn’t like the sound of Lucio dying and did not want to talk about it. It was not like in the beginning and a lot had changed. Lucio became skinnier and sicker by the day. Even though all of the Lamberti’s knew the truth-the other families did not, and it would only be a matter of time. Hiding it was not possible anymore. 

It took Lucio several hours to go through everything he had ever taught his son, and he would do it again and again until he did not have the power to speak anymore. “The Lamberti name is in your hands, not in Gio’s hands-not in anyone else’s hands, in yours.” Lucio ended his rant. 

“And I know you don’t want to hear it-but after I’m gone, you will hear of uncles and cousins who were side-eyeing us and waiting for an opportunity. It’s not theirs, it’s yours-but grandpa will help you.” Lucio promised. “Your grandfather chose you, so he will help you.” 

Lucio felt terrible for burdening Franco, who had retired a long time ago, but also Franco did not want everything his late father build up to go up in flames, so he would be there for Christian. 

“It’ll be fine, I promise-and after that, I’ll give everything to Siena.” Christian nodded his head. His drive to continue the Lamberti businesses came from Siena. He was willing to do everything so Siena and Serena could have a good life. 

“It would’ve been nice to see you get married before I completely give out-it’s so unfortunate.” Lucio sighed. Christian felt terrible because he knew it was one of his dad’s biggest wishes-but he also knew he brought it upon himself. No one told him to go and cheat on Serena, he did it all on himself, and he was ready to take responsibility. 

After seeing his father’s health, he realized not coming clean about it being Gina was for the best. He had a choice to tell Serena the truth, but he also had a choice to spare Lucio-and even though he loved Serena, his first choice would’ve always been Lucio. Serena will survive, he will not, Christian thought. “So, what are your plans for today?” Lucio asked. 

Christian got the hint and knew Lucio wanted him to leave. Lucio was embarrassed by his health and didn’t want anyone to see him like this, but Christian didn’t care. “I’ll give you your yogurt and your medicine, and after that, I’ll get out of your hair.” Christian smiled as he opened the cup of yogurt. 

“Say, ah!” Christian teased him and played with the spoon. “I’m not an infant. I’m your father.” Lucio growled while Christian laughed. He had not closed an eye since yesterday and missed taking care of Siena-but being able to take care of his dad made him happy. Taking care of others was his favorite thing to 

“I’m sorry.” Christian apologized after seeing the angry look on Lucio’s face and fed him his yogurt. “I love you so much, son.” Lucio suddenly smiled. 

“I know. I love you too, dad.” Christian chuckled. Ramiro had prepared him for this, and unlike before, Christian knew how to handle love. It was an unknown feeling to him-but after Serena and Siena came into his life, that thought had changed. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” Lucio whispered. 

“What? Don’t say that!” Christian stopped him from talking. “It’s true. The only time I spend with you was to deal with our enemies. When you were younger, you cried, begged me to show them mercy-asked yourself why your dad was such a monster, and I’m so sorry. If I could go back in time to be a better 

father, I would.” 

“I wouldn’t want another dad, even if I were born in the next life, I would still want to be a Lamberti, now eat!” Christian spoke as he shove the spoon into Lucio’s mouth. “You can go and sleep. You don’t have to be awake for me.” Christian reassured him after he was finished. 

“I’m not tired.” Lucio yawned. Christian held back his tears and rested his hand on Lucio’s forehead. His worst nightmare was for his dad to close his eyes for the last time. It was for his dad to close his eyes, only for them not to open again. He couldn’t bear the thought of it. 

Right before closing his eyes, Lucio fell into a fit of coughing and grasped for his throat, while Christian immediately reached for a cup of water. “You’re okay. I’m here.” He whispered as he held the cup against Lucio’s lips. 

“You’re always here.” Lucio smiled as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Christian sat back to watch his dad for several hours. He did not know for how long, and he did not care, but he was willing to look after Lucio for as long as he could. 

He only left his side when Francesca came in to drag him out and he kissed his father’s head to say goodbye. 

“Is there really no way for dad to forgive Enzo?” Christian asked as he joined his mom at the kitchen table. “I don’t want them to end things like this, Enzo did a lot, but he risked his life to help us-and I know he and Isobel got us into this mess in the first place, but…” 

“Christian, I want the same thing-but we have to think about his health” Cesca sighed. Christian looked at the eye-bags under his mom’s eyes, but he couldn’t feel bad-he could only admire her. He knew Lucio was in good hands, and he knew his mom would be taking care of him until his last breath. 

Others had often said how Cecsa never cared for anything other than her handbags and that she did not truly love Lucio, but just like Lucio, Christian knew it was a lie. There was no one else who loved his dad as much as his mom did. 

“How is my granddaughter doing?” Cesca smiled. “Good, she’s fine.” Christian sighed. All he wanted was to take care of Siena, but he couldn’t. He could still not understand how a four-month-old baby could change his life, but he was okay with it. Siena was the first thing he thought about when he woke up and more. precious than his life. 

Siena was his life and his motivation to become a better person. 

“How is Serena?” Francesca carefully addressed the situation. She heard just enough to know they were on a break, but she did not know why. “There’s no good way to say this, but I cheated while she was locked in a safe house,” Christian spoke. 

Francesca raised her hand to slap his cheek, but she lowered it at the last second and took a deep breath. “I cheated, and she wants to keep it between us. She’s protecting my image while she shouldn’t have to.” Christian realized. 

“That’s because she’s stupid enough to love you. Trust me-I’m speaking from experience.” Francesca rolled her eyes. “Listen, I’m not going to say anything else, but you better fix it,” Francesca told him while Christian nodded his head. “I know I used to despise that girl, but I don’t think you’ve ever loved anyone as much as you love her. So fix it.” 

“Trust me, mom, I’m on it.” Christian sighed. He was trying to ‘fix’ his mistake, but Serena gave him the cold shoulder he deserved, and he did not want to push her. Serena leaving the house was already hard enough, but he did not stop her. He did not lock the doors like the old Christian would have, and let her