His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 223

“So, what should I do?” I squeezed Vince’s hand. It wasn’t as if he could hear my rant, but it was nice to talk to someone who couldn’t go against me. Even if he were awake, he would still not go against me.

“If only you were here to answer.”

Carmen’s joke about me being pregnant wasn’t too far from the truth. I had ignored all the signs because I was in deep denial, but after hearing those words, I could not do it any longer.

I came up with a silly excuse to visit Lucio and Vince just so I could buy a pregnancy test. My only wish was for me not to be pregnant. Because of Fabio, my first experience wasn’t that amazing, and I didn’t want a repeat of that.

Besides, Christian had a clear change of mind and agreed we should wait for a second baby. Not to forget, I was not in the mood to push out another human being.

“I mean, you are here…but you know what I mean,” I mumbled. I looked down at Siena, who wasn’t as excited to be in my arms. She was an energetic baby. She grew a lot and liked the floor more than her mother’s embrace.

“Siena wants to meet you, isn’t that right?” I leaned her forward, but it was only a matter of time before her tiny hand connected with Vince’s cheek.

“Don’t smack him!” I spoke shocked and pulled her back. She definitely had that from Christian, not from me. “Hey, you can’t do that!”

“Serena?” A voice behind me called out my name. I turned around and almost gasped at the familiar faces.

“C-Christian?”

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was not in the mood for another argument about how I shouldn’t have left the house.

I made eye contact with Dario, but he turned away—refusing to look into my eyes. Was it because Christian was present?

“C-Christian, I can explain.” I began, but Christian ran over and pulled us in a tight embrace. He grabbed Siena and spun her around. “Do you know how much daddy missed you?” He cooed while Siena giggled.

“What are you doing here?” Christian asked. So he wasn’t angry. “I went to see your dad, and then I thought I might as well pay Vince a visit…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

What was going on with him?

“No, it was stupid and thoughtless.” I spoke.“You’re working so hard to keep me safe, just in case something happens—and here I am.”

“I’m not angry, Serena.” Christian shrugged, playing with Siena. “You could’ve told me, but I’m not angry. How can I be angry when I get to see our Siena?” He attacked her with kisses.

I smiled warmly at the two of them, but my smile had quickly vanished. I had watched way too many movies and books to know that someone being extra nice was never a good thing because it meant they were going to die soon.

If Vince were awake, he would’ve agreed with me. He was a movie lover with too much fantasy and always had so much to say. He loved talking and could not go a minute without it. Vince had always been an energetic and talkative person, just like Dario in the beginning.

Dario…

I turned around, giving him a look of pity. Anyone could see that he was still not over his uncle’s dad. He lost three parents. His mom, Berto who clearly had issues, and his uncle who was like a father to him.

There were no words to explain how much I wanted to hold him and tell him that I was still here as a friend, but it seemed like Christian had made things extra awkward. He didn’t do it on purpose, but still.

“Dario, come here.” I stuck out my hand. He looked at me with big eyes and turned his head to Christian, who gave him a nod.

Dario stepped forward and held my hand. As he looked into my eyes, all I could see was pain and anger. “How are you holding up?” I asked.

“I’m good.”

“I remember you saying Vince once stuck up for you when you were younger.” Christian pulled Dario to a chair near Vince’s bed. “He protected you when I couldn’t.”

“Yes.” Dario forced a smile. “I came here before…with Serena.”

Was that necessary?

Christian chuckled. “That’s okay.” He told him. Deep down, I knew Christian was jealous because that was the kind of person he was—but he was doing a good job hiding it. He was trying.

“Were the two of you close?” Dario asked Christian.

“Yes,” Christian said. “He’s like a brother to me, and he is one of the few people I can actually stand.”

That’s right. He had a special bond with Vince and Marc, an almost unbreakable one. Dario’s eyes met mine. “And you?” He asked.

“Were the two of you close?”

Close? Vince loved me as more than a friend—but I didn’t know whether this was the perfect time to discuss that. Hadn’t Christian and I been through enough already?

“Uh…”

“I’m pretty sure he has a crush on her.” Christian took over. “This one is one-sided, though…I hope.”

This one is one-sided? What’s up with that comment?