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.”

It probably wasn’t intentional, but it was very easy to hurt a child’s

I used to look

Dario ranted. “He told me he

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 see it in his eyes-but he thought power was more important, so he

Christian. It definitely sounded like him. I could also confirm that Gio, Enzo and perhaps Isobel had all been

I asked. “This other kids who was his best friend and my…brother stopped them. He was more than a leader than

mind traveled to Christian’s past and the stories 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 to

He gave me words of encouragement and told me not to let anyone walk over me, not

learned that the man was my uncle and that kid was my cousin. He and his brothers were so stuck up. but he didn’t have the right to be-my grandpa turned on my dad and

me that it was all her 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

could rightfully claim what was mine, and then…he

not know why, but I was starting to feel sorry for him. This was not supposed to go this way. “I

that he saved his brother, but right after that, my grandpa

sounded like

was time for him to fulfill his promise, and that’s how we became the Orlando’s.” Dario ended his story. “It

along. “It seems like you and Mauro

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.

his dad supposedly died and became attached to him after returning. I couldn’t blame Dario because

about just how twisted the Lamberti’s must’ve been for Christian’s uncle to fake his own

I had one thing in common, we

nothing to say about him. disowning Christian’s uncle because I never knew him, but anyone could see that the man was not exactly a ray of sunshine.

go of the business in the first

misogynist 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.

was one thing Dario’s mom didn’t have, and that was Christian. He was different and was even prepared to drop his entire family for me. Christian loved me a lot and not

him.

than done, but I could not resent Dario. Not

a bit better.” I spoke as Dario gave me a confused look. He probably didn’t know what I meant