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

Chapter 135

“Look at you, so that you can pay attention!” Dario commented after his explanation. I was at the Orlando estate, and we met up again.

It wasn’t really that I was paying attention, but I prepared myself for what I was about to do. Should I really look through his office? Was Christian crazy? But then again, I’m the one who offered my help.

“This might be a heavy subject for you, but I thought we could maybe visit…the home you grew up in-

“What?” I laughed at his hilarious words. “I’m not ashamed of where I come from. I really don’t mind going there.”

Even if it wasn’t intended to be like that, his words hurt me, which was the last thing I needed at the moment. Not from him. He already hurt me more than enough.

Going against Beau’s happiness meant going against my happiness, and the worst thing was probably that he pretended to be all smiley after he learned the news. He was probably fuming inside.

There were no words to describe how much I was hoping for all of this to be one big misunderstanding. but I knew it wasn’t. The little boy in the pictures was undeniably Dario. There was no doubt about that.

Christian said he wasn’t a threat to me, but who would even go this far to help me? “Dario, do you like me?” I asked. His eyes went big, and he cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry?” He frowned. The question was loud and clear. It was something he should’ve been able to answer with yes or no. “Of course I like you. I’m helping you despite my busy schedule so-”

“And what’s this busy schedule of yours?” I pushed him. It was something I had been wondering for a while now. Busy schedule? All he did was ruin Christian and stalk the Lamberti’s as if his life depended on it.

Dario leaned forward and gave me a smirk as I looked away. Why did he have to be that handsome? Why couldn’t he just be ugly? It would’ve made things a whole lot easier.

I ignored the feeling of my beating heart and took a deep breath. Whatever crazy crush I had, it had to end. All of it was a lie, his help, his kindness-all of it. “You’re very curious, aren’t you?” Dario teased as 1 lowered my head.

if I

okay.” Dario sighed as he leaned back. “I don’t have any secrets from you. I’m not Christian.” He chuckled. The cheating situation was nothing to joke about, so I couldn’t get through my head why he had the nerve to bring it up. “I’m trying to be a better

so much not to laugh in his face. This was ridiculous. If being obsessed with ruining Christian was part of being this ‘better person.” he seriously needed

me as he walked through the door. I put a smile on my face, but my head was spinning. How

around this time. If I was going to

you?” I asked politely. “Good, thanks for asking.” Mauro smiled. The same man who seemed

part of the plan. Dario thought ahead and didn’t want anyone to suspect him, but what he didn’t know was that

in the middle of the table and made up a plan in my head. All I needed

was having a deep conversation with Mauro, I grabbed the glass of juice from the tray and dropped it over my dress. “Shit.” I gasped as both Mauro and Dario turned their heads to look at me. “Are you okay?” Dario asked, worried.

clumsy.” I played along with a pout on my face. Dario chuckled and grabbed a napkin from the table, but I stood up and took a step back. “I’ll clean this myself if you don’t mind.” I sighed. “It’s see- through, so…”

took a step back. “I can bring you to one of the

wouldn’t want to get in the middle of your busy schedule. You two go ahead

a Lamberti, but that was as far it went. He definitely did not share the same brains as the Lamberti’s because if he did, he

scared me, but Dario made it very clear that he didn’t actually look at the footage. Gaining his trust was so easy that it worried me because I could genuinely not understand how he could only see good in me. I made my way upstairs while the two continued

be

door at the end of the hallway. Got

of my hope disappeared when I found out that the door was locked. That was most likely the reason why he didn’t care about what I was doing. The door was locked. I

of information in my head. The big-screen read ‘three attempts, which made me worry even more. One screw up, and the alarm would probably go

but that was out of the question.

before I focused on the lock. All I needed

Dario’s birth date?

but nothing happened. Of