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.”

same thing. It probably wasn’t intentional, but it was very easy to hurt a child’s feelings. “There was

leader, and I used to look up to

turned me away.” Dario ranted. “He told

see that he didn’t agree to it, but he just 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 see it in his eyes-but he thought power was more

and I figured it might’ve been about Christian. It definitely sounded like him. I could also confirm that Gio, Enzo

stopped them. He was more than a leader than the other kid could ever be, and I never forgot

him. It was because he was grateful, and the reason why I used to compare him to Vince was because Dario wanted to be

gave me words of encouragement and told me not to let anyone

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 gave everything he had to that very uncle.” Dario fumed. The story was

night, and my mom cried with me. She told 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 loved each other, but he chose his family instead.” Dario explained. “After I lost my mom, I wanted to live

so I could rightfully claim what was mine, and then…he

did to him,” Dario spoke, and I did not know why, but I was starting to feel

he saved his brother, but right after that, my grandpa gave out an order to retreat while

sounded like Franco.

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

“It seems like you and Mauro went through a lot.”

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

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

just how twisted the Lamberti’s must’ve been for Christian’s

and I had one thing

it, Franco was in the wrong. I had nothing to say about him. disowning Christian’s uncle because I never knew him, but anyone could see that the man was

even wondered why he retired if he wasn’t going to let go of

stand up for themselves, but he would

He was different and was even prepared to drop his entire family for me. Christian loved me a

him.

but I could not resent Dario.

He probably didn’t know what I meant by that, but that was okay. That was