His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 221

“It’s almost ridiculous how you manage to take good pictures of yourself but bad pictures of your daughter,” Isobel commented. “It’s a bit selfish, don’t you think?”

We were in my room. During the past two days at my parents' house, she was nice enough to keep me company. Just like Christian, Beau was too busy, and Luis was at his older brother’s place. I, of course, preferred Christian’s company a bit more, but Isobel would do for now.

“I guess I’m sorry.” I shrugged. “We’ll get back to this subject in a few months.”

Isobel shook her head. “No, we won’t.” She smiled. “Because I’ll take better pictures of my babies.”

“Speaking of babies, you should lower your voice for once,” I complained. “Siena is sleeping, and trust me—we do not want to wake her up.”

“Anyway, you should send him this picture.” Isobel pointed out. “It’s the only decent one.”

If there was something that scared me, it was her straightforward personality. It was hard to imagine what kind of demons she would bring onto this planet, considering my brother also had a questionable personality. “Thank you.” I sighed. “I don’t care if he forgets about me, but he can’t forget about Siena.”

“He won’t. You know that.”

Did I? Being apart from him made me nervous. The only thing which would make me comfortable was a tracker in his phone. At least that way, I could find out whatever he was up to.

“So, how are things between the two of you?” Isobel asked.

“Good, perfect actually—and it scares me,” I spoke. “The last time things were this good, he cheated on me.”

“Yeah.” Isobel chuckled. “He won’t do it again.”

I shot her a sarcastic look. “I mean it. He won’t!” She defended him. Of course, I trusted Christian, but I wasn’t about to let him make a fool out of me for the second time.

“Things are different this time,” Isobel stated.

“How?”

“He knows that you’ll not let him walk over you, and he knows that you’ll do what’s best for Siena.”

I smiled at her answer. I didn’t want to be too controlling, but perhaps that was the best thing. One thing was sure. I was going to do what was best for Siena and was done giving second chances.

“How are things with Dario?

“Still awkward, but I don’t even care anymore.” I shrugged, trying to hide my sadness. “It doesn’t matter.”

Of course, it did. He was more than someone I used to work with. He was a good friend who used to have my back—and now I couldn’t have his. The sweet Dario, who I became friends with, had changed into a cold stone, and there was nothing I could do about it.

As crazy as it sounded, Christian’s confession about forcing him to take his distance from me made me feel a bit better. At least I knew I wasn’t the problem.

“Enough about me. How is my brother treating you?”

“Good.” Isobel nodded.

“How are you treating him?”

“Good, we haven’t argued in days.”

“That’s good!” I spoke, surprised, expecting to hear the worst. Isobel laughed. “What’s with the look on your face?”

“I just can’t believe the two of you are getting along,” I admitted. I had always been certain those two wouldn’t even reach the end of the pregnancy.

“Yes, we don’t have a choice,” Isobel shared. “I feel like he has changed a lot since the whole thing at the photoshoot went down…but I think everyone did.”

“True.”

The unfortunate event at the photoshoot brought both families closer. It was too bad someone had to die for us to realize how fast all of this could end.

“Speaking of changes, ditching my cousin and her nasty friends is the best decision you ever made!” Isobel spoke. “Well, except for Maddie, of course, because she’s your sister-in-law.”

“I forgot they existed.”

Isobel looked at me with big eyes. “Don’t you know what they’ve been saying about you?”

“I really don’t care—“

“They’re making up rumors about you and Dario.”

Of course, they were because at the end of the day—Serena was the talk of the town. Nothing new.

“I don’t care.” I shrugged, unbothered. “I know the truth, he knows the truth, and Christian knows the truth.”

Isobel smiled proudly and pulled me into a side hug. “You’ve changed a lot, but for the better.” She complimented me. “It’s unlike you to remain calm about something like this.”

“It feels good, though,” I spoke. “You should try it yourself sometime.”

Our conversation got interrupted by my mom, who knocked on the door. “Dinner’s ready!”

“Good, I’m starving, and so are my babies.” Isobel jumped up from the bed. I ignored her words and looked at Christian’s name, which had appeared on my phone screen. “You go ahead. Christian is calling me.”

Isobel, who didn’t let me finish my sentence, had already walked out the door. “Good luck!”

I grew a smile on my lips and picked up the phone, excited to hear Christian’s voice. “Hey.” I greeted him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, how are—“

“Is Siena okay?”