His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 245

Hours had passed, but Christian had yet to move a muscle. Many had either left the graveside in tears or had stepped out to take a breather, but not Christian.

“It’s okay to cry, Christian.” I wrapped my arm around him, leaning into his chest. “If you want to yell, bawl—punch someone…I’m here.” I spoke. “Okay, maybe not the punching part—“

“I know.” I felt Chistian’s soft lips pressed against my temple. “I should be crying, but people are relying on me, and I can’t let them down.” He tried convincing himself. “Tears are a sign of weakness.”

His words to me were nonsense, but I respected his wishes. He felt obligated to be the bigger man this family needed him to be and held back every bit of emotion.

Others depended on him to prepare a perfect service for Lucio, and he did. Gio and Enzo were older, Franco who had lost his son had more experience—but as the heir, everyone expected Christian to do everything—as if he was not grieving as well.

Christian didn’t mind. There was no good way to explain it, but in a way, he had become more mature, more serious, and more responsible.

I had learned to respect his boundaries. If he didn’t want a shoulder to cry on, that was okay—but I wanted him to know I was there for him.

“You know.” Christian began. “Knowing dad is not in pain anymore is a blessing.”

He pulled me closer. “I have prepared myself for months, fearing this moment…but I’m fine.”

“Are you really?”

“Yes,” Christian simpered. “And it’s all because I have you, Siena, little Christian.” He touched my stomach. After plenty of guesses, we were both expecting to get a son.

“Your mom is also doing better than expected. She’s so strong.” I praised Cesca. After seeing her reaction to Lucio’s passing, I had not expected her to get back on her feet—but she was doing perfectly fine.

We moved to the Lamberti estate to keep her the company she needed, and she surrounded herself with great company and friends, especially Lita, who had been helping us a lot.

“I think we’re all fine because we knew what to expect,” Christian explained. “Dad would’ve made fun of all of us for crying.”

“He would—wouldn’t he?”

“No doubt.” Christian beamed, trying to remain positive. “Anyway, we should head home and prepare for the feast.”

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Any other person might’ve confused this get-together as a birthday party, mainly because of the number of people, music, and food—but that was the way Lucio would’ve wanted it.

He was a people person and would not want anyone to mourn his death. He asked us to celebrate his life, so we did.

“Serena, you should try this.” Franco pushed a sweet dessert into my mouth. “This was my boy’s favorite!”

“That’s delicious!” I smiled politely, not wanting to disrespect the ridiculous taste of sugar in my mouth.

Ever since I had once accidentally caught Franco crying in Lucio’s old study, his behavior towards me had softened a lot.

Who knew a hug and a late-night talk could change everything?

The old man went through the room to let everyone taste Lucio’s favorite sweet while I stood in the corner without any company.

Christian, who had been by my side for more hours than I could count, had disappeared with Beau, Vince, Marc, and Dario, who had dragged him to the kitchen for a drink. The four horsemen who were always out to ruin my Christian.

When Christian suggested that he didn’t drink anymore, they told him to stop being a wimp, and I hadn’t seen him ever since. So much for being a good influence.

My eyes searched for Siena, who was across the room with Emmanuella. Besides being with Christian’s relative, she had been Lucio’s loyal maid for a long time and had been of great help.

I couldn’t forget her reaction when she had reunited with Siena, who had grown a lot since she had last seen her.

‘She is your split imagine, but I can tell she’ll end up having Christian’s personality.’ Cesca had concluded like everyone else.

“Well, this is awkward—isn’t it?” The woman who had been standing beside me for quite some time addressed me.

I wasn’t good at talking to new people, and I didn’t know how to make friends. I admired her courage to speak up.

Not knowing how to hold a normal conversation, I opened my mouth to say something but closed it right after and gave her a nod. I was never going to make new friends like this.

“Serena, right?” The woman asked, not giving up just yet. “Dario said I should stand next to you whenever I feel awkward because you’re also…awkward.”

“Did he say that?” I cackled, not even noticing what I was doing. “He’s one to talk. I’m not nearly as awkward as him!”

“Right!” The woman agreed. “He can’t even take a compliment without doing that weird thing with his—“

“Eyes!” I finished her sentence, laughing. “The blinking thing?”

“Yes!”

“Wait—how do you know Dario?” The thought had suddenly occurred to me. By the looks of it, she knew him very well. A bit too well.

“Oh, I’m his…girlfriend.” The woman slammed her hand against her forehead. “I’m sorry. It’s all-new, so it still sounds weird.”

Dario was seeing someone? Good for him.