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

Chapter 33

Should I knock, or should I not knock. That was the only thing going through my mind as I paced back and forth through the hallway. Christianright in front of me and I had seen him go in there, but I remembered Emmanuella’s words and her clearnot bother him when he’s busy, but I had no choice. It was the same routine he followed. He went into his office and after that, he disappeared to wherever hdid not do it now, I had to wait until tomorrow. I took a deep breath and gathered my courage before knocking on the door. “Come in.” He called out andoor. He was sitting behind his desk and was busy on his laptop, ignoring my every existence. I cleared my thrin front of him. “Just a second.” He said and finished typing before closing the laptop. Our eyes met and neither of us haI didn’t know whether to glare or smile or what to do, because I never had a problem with him. He was tangry with me. “How’s the baby?” He asked with a worried look on his face. “Good.” “And how are you?” He asked next and once again I gave him the same answer. He did not seem angry aseemed weird because I clearly remembered his outburst. “And how are we?” “I don’t know, you tell me, Christian. You’re the one who told me not to talk to you unless it’s about the It seemed as if he was trying to make it seem as if I was the problem, while there was only one instigatorFrancesca. “Well things have changed, the baby will have a very poor upbringing if we can’t communicate as parentwanted to believe that he meant it, but it was clearly all an act and I was completely fine with it. After thewe did not have to see each other ever again unless it was for a visit— so I was completely okay with it. “finally figured it out.” “I’m trying to make up with you, and you’re not making it any better. Let’s keep it nice.” He said, trying hstay calm. I bet he wanted to yell at me again, but even if that’s what he wanted I wouldn’t let him. “Nice? Just how nice our evening started last week?” I asked, thinking about how good we bonded

in themother had to go and ruin everything. “Serena, I know that she treated you terrible but you threw a drink in my mom’s face!” He spoke in disbesurprisingly enough seemed close to dropping this fake act. “After she did it first.” I reminded him. None of this would’ve happened if she left me alone. “You called her a whore.” “After she did it first,” I repeated once again. I looked at Christian’s clenched fist and wondered for how would’ve been able to endure this. I knew I was provoking him, but for there to be no misunderstandingthe truth had to be told. “So? You be the bigger person!” “What are you in kindergarten?” Christian commented. Yes, I was being petty, but I could not accept howFrancesca a pass and not me. “I’ve tried to be the bigger person and I can’t because I won’t allow a growbully me.” “I wouldn’t either and I told you to trust me, I told you I would take care of it-” “When? Do I have to be on the floor drowning in tears and embarrass myself for you to protect me?” I asverge of tears. It seemed no matter what I would always feel alone. Everything was always my fault. “Do yunwanted I feel, don’t you think I feel guilty?” “Serena-“ Christian stood up from his chair and looked at my tears, unsure whether to comfort me or not. Usually, Iaway embarrassed but I did not care, I wanted him to see how I felt— and it worked because I could see regret in his eyes. “Marc told me I put you in an uncomfortable position and for that I’m sorry, and I wouldn’t if you explaibetter. If you told me what would happen if I spoke back I would’ve never done it because trust me or nodevil.” I told him. “Serena, I might not show you but I am just as bothered by everyone as you are.” “Then show me!” I yelled. I had expected both of us to apologize and move on, but I had yet to hear a sifrom him. “I did defend you against my mother, walked out and embarrassed my entire family, put my position in dyou…what more do you want?” He asked, still not getting the point. “No, you did it for the baby

who is aresponsibility! So don’t blame me for your sick family!” “My what?” He spoke flustered. “Let’s drop it because I don’t think you get my point,” I told him, but he wasn’t finished yet. “You don’t “Yes, I do. The point is that I can’t trust you to defend the baby if you have this strange delay in protectinshould’ve defended the baby from the first time she mentioned it!” “Going against my mother is not that easy as you think. You don’t have parents or anyone in the first plaexpect you to understand but-“ Ouch He at least had somewhat of a good heart and stopped talking after seeing my face. You don’t have pareAs if I hadn’t heard that sentence enough. It was a sentence that had got me expelled from school time aand if I did not have a baby inside of me I would’ve launched at him the same way. “Serena, I didn’t mean it like that.” He tried, but the damage had already been done. His opinion was verdefinitely not mistaken. I came here to apologize, and this is what I got in return. My body was frozen and I did not know what to do or what to say. I did not understand because I did nohe was right about that. He walked towards me and held down my arms before I could get up from the c“I’m sorry, I should not have said that.” He said, but his words were meaningless. It was just to make me was it. The hatred in his voice when he told me I did not have anyone could not be denied. “No, you were right. We have no business communicating with each other unless it’s about the baby, so way.” I told him and pushed him away so I could finally get up. I walked out of his office but he followed called out my name. “Stop,” I told him, but he followed me to my room and closed the door. “It’s not like I grew up with paredon’t have the right to say that.” “I don’t want to hear your sob story, and if you’re worried about me leaving, I won’t. I will milk you dry ulast penny because you asked me to.” I told him and sat down on my bed. “My dad…growing up he had never shown me any love and made me compete with my brothers. Till thisstill competing with my brothers.” He spoke and sat down next to me. This time I didn’t interrupt him, begot the best of me. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“My mom was always busy and never at home so she did not raise me at all but she’s still my mother.” H“I’m scared and I don’t want the baby to grow up like I did or like you did…without any family support, sothings right and remain peaceful with both of you, but please understand that this is also new for me.” “And I’m sorry if I’ve ever done something to make you feel like you or the baby do not matter because apologized. After learning that he was just as scared as I was, I felt a bit better. His comment was still a band would probably take me a few minutes to get over, but I understood where he came from. “You’re still competing with your brothers?” I asked him. He seemed vulnerable at the moment and I wasknow him, so I wouldn’t take this opportunity for granted. “Yes.” He sighed. “I’ve never cared for taking over the family business, but Gio is full of greed and Enzo iswill do it for the family’s sake.” He spoke determinedly. “Our…business partners, don’t agree with my dadnot fit, mainly because I’ve always been vocal about wanting to do things differently.” I felt my adrenaline kick in at the information I was getting. This is all that I wanted to know, and it felt asfinally getting somewhere. “Serena, I know you’re not stupid and that you know what we do…but I will clean up the Lamberti name everything to our child, so until then please try to bear with me.” His words had finally hit me. He was trying to fix things and I had most likely ruined it with my big mouthsooner, I would’ve held myself back, but instead, I gave them more reasons to doubt him. Suddenly Francesca’s words had come back to me. This is who will be protecting all of us. “I must’ve put you in a really awkward position…is there anything I can do to fix my mistake?” I asked himhis head and placed his hand on top of mine. “It’s not your mistake, I should’ve told you.” He told me and brushed my hair to the side. “I will fix this, I to be stressed, it won’t do any good for the baby.” He smiled. “All I want is for us to get along better.” “You have to be here for that to happen,” I told him. He wasn’t even at home so that was a bold stateme“I will, I know I work a lot but I promise you to get home early every evening to make time for you.” He she had made me a promise, but I knew he couldn’t keep them so I did not expect

anything. Just like himfor us to get along. and that was it. “What’s with the necklace, you’re still wearing it?” Christian commented about the necklace around my nand nodded my head. Emilio giving the necklace in his family’s name and saying I was family warmed myespecially with the necklace looking like the same butterfly-shaped necklace which my birth parents had The necklace I lost. “Oh, it reminds me of my past. I had one like that when I was younger, but I lost it.” I told him the short vPerhaps I wasn’t ready to share that much about my life just yet. “Your friend Emilio and his family seem nice.” I smiled. “They do…go get some sleep it’s late.” He patted my back and walked out. For some reason each time I him he knew how to turn it back around. Hearing his story made me understand him a bit more and hearing it was all for the child motivated me and by doing so I would be taking the first step. By apologizing to Francesca