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

Chapter 148

“W-what?” I stuttered and looked at Dario in surprise. I had a feeling it would be easy, but not this easy. and it almost made me feel bad. He really thought I had the right intentions.

“I told you to ask me anything. You brought me here and it obviously means a lot-so I owe it to you.” Dario explained. It was almost as if I was preparing myself for an interview because I had a list long of questions to ask him.

I knew this would be the only opportunity, so I could not screw this up. “Let’s see.” I smiled. “I’m the most curious about your mom.”

“My mom?” Dario repeated. “I told you this a long time ago, but she passed away.”

I stared down at Dario’s clenched fist and wondered what could have made him this angry. “She was ill and passed away.”

“I’m so sorry.” I apologized. Even though I was trying to get more information out of him, it was not my intention to torture him. “What was she like?” I asked. Cesca compared me to that woman, so I was extremely curious.

“Different.” Dario chuckled. “She was confident, outspoken, didn’t bow down to anyone—she was amazing.

“I see.” I smiled. She was everything the Lamberti’s didn’t like, which was funny because somehow those words also described Cesca, minus the amazing. “Mauro must’ve loved her a lot, right? He must’ve had such a difficult time.”

Dario shrugged his shoulders and was looking for ways to end the conversation. That was right. He couldn’t use Mauro this time. I did not know who that man was, but it was definitely not his dad. “You and your dad seem to be getting along well. That’s all that matters, right?”

“Right.” Dario spoke. “There was a time where he abandoned my mom and me, so we weren’t that close in the past. He explained. “But now he’s trying, and he promised to make up for his mistakes by giving me what I deserve.”

The Lamberti business.

“What you deserve?” I played along. Dario had a lot to say, and he probably had no one to talk too which made it easier to get more information out of him. “I used to hate him. He had a big family, and he was so rich, but for some reason, he didn’t want my mom or me. He divorced her before I was born.”

“My mom told me that his family was extremely controlling and that they were the ones at fault, but I used to think otherwise.” Dario sighed. “He contacted me years after, and my mom brought me to his birthday party, but I was not part of the family. I never was.”

Dario just kept going and going, and the best would be not to stop him.

“He told me to keep my identity a secret. I saw all of my cousins-I even saw the little brothers I didn’t even know I had, but they didn’t even know about me.” He spoke full of anger. “All the kids knew each other, so they all played among themselves and shut me out.”

I went through the exact same thing. It probably wasn’t intentional, but it was very easy

I used to look up to

ranted. “He told

stood there and watched while they bullied me, threw me around, and made fun of me. He didn’t do anything, but he was a bystander.” Dario explained. “He wanted 10 stand up for me. I could

two and two together, and I figured it might’ve been about Christian. It definitely sounded like

other kids who was his best friend and my…brother stopped them. He was

he told me about Vince. It suddenly made sense why Dario had no issue visiting or praying for him. It was because he was grateful, and the reason why I used to compare him to Vince was because Dario wanted

showed up and pulled me away. He gave me words of encouragement and told me not to let anyone walk over me, not even his

didn’t have the right to be-my grandpa turned on my dad and gave everything he had to that very uncle.” Dario fumed. The story was getting more interesting by the second, and I gained

fault, and she could never forgive herself. She could’ve fought against her illness, but she could not fight against her sadness. My dad and my mom loved each

claim what was mine, and then…he disappeared.” Dario shared. I

up again and told me that he had to clear his mind for what his family did to him,” Dario spoke, and I did not know why, but I was starting to feel sorry for

there was this incident and that he saved his brother, but right after that, my grandpa gave out

like

fulfill his promise, and that’s how we became the

along. “It seems like you and

a stupid explanation so I could hate him, but I couldn’t. I felt incredibly guilty towards Christian, but I could understand Dario’s feelings. I used to have those exact feelings towards Carmen. Carmen was stuck up and rude while all I could think about was how she did not have the right to be, because she didn’t even belong there.

became attached to him after returning. I couldn’t blame Dario because

twisted the Lamberti’s must’ve been

had one thing in common, we

in the wrong. I had nothing to say about him. disowning Christian’s uncle because

he retired if he wasn’t going to let go of

and felt threatened by women who could stand up for themselves, but he would not get rid of me as he got rid of Dario’s mother. There was not

Christian. He was different and was even prepared to drop

him.

but I could not resent Dario.

me a confused look. He probably didn’t know what I meant by