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.”

me because I went through the exact same thing. It probably wasn’t intentional, but it was very easy to hurt a child’s feelings. “There was this one kid.” Dario

children followed him, he was like a leader, and I used

he turned me away.” Dario ranted. “He told me he already

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 important,

to put 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

stopped them. He was more than a leader than the other kid could

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

of encouragement

to be-my grandpa turned on my dad and gave everything

fault, and she could never forgive herself. She could’ve fought against her illness, but she could not fight

I was older so I could rightfully claim what was mine, and then…he disappeared.” Dario shared. I figured that was around the time he supposedly died.

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

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

like

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

nice story.” I played along. “It seems

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

after returning. I

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

I had one

like Franco. No matter how I looked at it, Franco was in the wrong. I had nothing to say about him. disowning Christian’s uncle

of the

could stand up for themselves, but he would not get

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

him.

done, but I could not resent

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