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 asked you

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

no, it took me so much not to laugh in his face. This was ridiculous. If being obsessed with ruining Christian was

on my face, but my head was spinning. How was

the last time I was here that the maids were not present around this time. If

smiled. The same man who seemed so kind and sweet was supposedly no different

and didn’t want anyone to suspect him, but what he didn’t know was that Christian wasn’t a match for

of food and drinks in the middle of the table and made up a plan in my head. All I needed was a reason to excuse myself. If I

Dario 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

grabbed a napkin from the table, but I stood

problem,” Dario muttered and took a step back. “I can bring you to one of the

while the two gave me a confused look. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of your busy

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

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 their talk and walked past many

would be his office?

the door at the end of the hallway. Got

why he didn’t care about what I was doing. The door was locked. I let out a frustrated breath and leaned my head against the door. I needed a code for

The big-screen read ‘three attempts, which made me worry

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 down.

down and took a deep breath before I focused on

Dario’s birth date?

typed in the numbers and closed my eyes as I waited for good luck, but nothing happened. Of course, it wasn’t his birthday. He