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.”

probably wasn’t intentional, but it was very

him, he was like a leader, and I

ranted. “He told me he already had best friends, and his brothers and his friends

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

two and two together, and I figured it might’ve been about Christian. It definitely sounded like him. I could also confirm that Gio, Enzo and perhaps Isobel had all

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

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

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

grandpa turned on my dad and gave everything he had to that very uncle.” Dario

home crying that 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 with my dad-but he told me I

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

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 him. This was not

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

like Franco.

how we became the Orlando’s.” Dario ended his story. “It was the

along. “It seems like you and Mauro went

understand Dario’s feelings. I used to have those exact feelings towards Carmen.

after returning. I couldn’t blame Dario because I stuck with the Alfonzo’s, no matter how

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

and I had one thing in common,

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 not exactly a ray

I even wondered why he retired if he wasn’t going to let go of the business in

threatened by women who could stand up for themselves, but he would not get rid of me as he got rid

Christian. He was different and was even prepared to

him.

was easier said than done, but I

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