His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 238

With an awful headache, I woke up and sat up straight. “What happened?”

“Just like they say in the movies.” I heard a chuckle, making me look to my right. Christian, who held a cloth in his hand, pushed his arm against my forehead. “You’ve fainted.”

Fainted?

I breathed heavily, remembering every little detail. I was at Berto’s, and he started shooting around like a madman, but somehow we got out.

“Where am I?” I looked around, realizing it was our safe and secure bedroom. “Oh, never mind.”

“Ramiro says you’ll be fine.” Christian brushed his hand through my hair and pushed me back down.

“The baby—“

He shook his head. “Our baby is fine.”

“And Siena—“

“She’s not here.” He cut me off once again. “She at my grandparents.”

My poor Siena, who I had abandoned, thinking Berto would really hold his end of the deal. All I wanted was my baby.

“I need to see her,” I begged, reaching for Christian’s hand. “Please!”

“N-now?”

“Yes,” I spoke clearly, but Christian did not want to hear any of it and pushed me back down again.

“Serena, it’s 4 in the morning.” He stared as if I was ridiculous and pushed the cloth on my cheek.

My mind told me to smack away his hand, but I couldn’t move. I felt numb, weak, and was getting tired by the second. “I need to see my baby.” I tried staying awake. “Now!”

Christian glared. “You need some rest.”

Not wanting to argue, I accepted his words and took an annoyed breath. Guilt washed over me as I thought about my own parents. For all these years, I had been so angry, thinking they had abandoned me—only to end up doing the same. At least, that’s what it felt like.

“Where is your uncle?”

Christian’s eyes grew dark. “With Dario…he’s been taking good care of him.” He spoke, not giving me too much information. “Let’s keep it at that.”

“Luca?” I stressed at the thought of Berto not accepting his loss. “The guards? B-Berto, before you guys came, he had so many guards—“

“It’s all over. Don’t worry about it.” Christian smiled reassuringly, but that was nothing new to me.

“You always say that.”

“But it’s true this time, so you should trust me!” I could feel a hint of disappointment in his tone. I wanted to trust him, but being honest was not his strong point.

“I do trust you.” I faked a weak smile. “Where are mom and dad?”

“Only Matteo and your brothers know. I told them you’re fine.” Christian yawned as if I was boring him with my endless questions. “Just go back to sleep, and I’ll take care of you.”

I’ll take care of you. Those were all the words I needed before I fell into a deep sleep.

I had no idea for how many hours I slept, but the first thing on my mind when I opened my eyes was my daughter. I had to see her, hold her, kiss her.

“Christian, wake up!” This time I had enough energy to sit up straight and let out a gasp. “We need to go see Si—“

Looking to the side, I noticed Christian leaning back, sleeping in his chair. The cloth he used to take care of me was still in his hands, his mouth slightly opened as soft snores escaped his body.

Even I knew waking him up would be cruel. He was a hard worker who lived an unhealthy lifestyle and barely slept, so I didn’t want to wake him.

If I had to go and bring back my daughter myself, I would do that.

Seeing my own reflection in the bathroom was shocking enough. My eyes, which had always been full of life, even in my saddest moments—were dull and tired.

I had only been at Berto’s for a day, so how would I’ve survived weeks, months, or years even?

I was not looking forward to any of Franco’s comments, so I did what had to be done and did every little thing to look like the old Serena. A warm shower, a nice outfit, and some makeup to cover the bags under my eyes did the job.

After running down the stairs hoping to get out of the house, I immediately concluded that it would not be that easy this time.

The driveway was full of guards, proving Christian was determined not to make the same mistake again. Fifteen men or maybe even twenty?

My thoughts went to the poor guard who I had managed to deceive. I’m sure he only got off with a warning because Christian was cautious of my feelings.

As two angels were sent from heaven, dad’s car pulled up on the driveway. He got out with Beau and the two made their way through the guards while I didn’t hesitate and opened the door.

“Dad!”

Dad stopped in his steps, and I could sense the distressed look. He sighed, relieved, and fastened his pace until I was in his arms.

“You!” He began scolding me as I buried my head in his chest. “Don’t you ever do something dangerous like that and walk off on your own ever again!”

“I won’t.” I pulled him closer, hearing my brother’s chuckle behind me.

I knew what Beau was thinking. He’s one to talk after all the shit he’d put us through.

“Dad, I need to see Siena!”

Dad pulled away, placing his hand on my shoulders. “She’s staying at Franco’s. Isn’t Christian going to take you—“

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You need to take me. Right now.”

“Where’s Christian?” Beau asked.

“Taking a nap.” I kept it short.

“A nap?” Dad jumped in. “After all the problems he’s caused—he’s taking a-a-a nap?”

“Dad—“

“He should be keeping an eye on Dario and his uncle. Get on his knees to beg for the families’ forgiveness for going behind their backs again!” He snapped. “Someone like him doesn’t deserve to take a nap!”

“Even though everything is my fault?” I raised my voice, stopping him. Christian wasn’t perfect, I was aware, and I had experienced it first-hand, but I would not allow dad to bash him because of one mistake he had once made.