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.

was just wondering. I’m sorry if I asked you something I shouldn’t-”

“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

took me so much not to laugh in his face. This was ridiculous. If being obsessed with ruining Christian

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

that the maids were not present around this time. If I was going to do it, I

same man who seemed so kind and sweet was supposedly no different from

dad and was probably all part of the plan. Dario thought ahead and didn’t want anyone to

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

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

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

yes, sure-no problem,” Dario muttered and took a step back. “I can bring you to one of the

don’t!” I immediately spoke while the two gave me a confused look. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of your busy schedule. You two go ahead and continue your talk.” I smiled.

There was a possibility of him being 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 wouldn’t let a stranger walk through

CCTV 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

would be his office?

the door at the end of

he didn’t care about what I was doing. The door was locked. I let out

I told myself as I went through every bit of information in my head. The big-screen read ‘three

option would be to turn around to relay this to Christian somehow and find a better solution, but that was out of the question. Christian probably expected my help, and I would not let him

a deep breath before I focused on the lock. All

Dario’s birth date?

waited for good luck, but nothing happened. Of course,