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.”

but it was very easy

him, he was like a leader, and I used

best friend, but he turned me away.” Dario ranted. “He told me he already had best friends, and his brothers and his friends humiliated

made fun of me. He didn’t do anything, but

about Christian. It definitely sounded like him. I could also confirm

happened then?” I asked. “This other kids who was his best friend and my…brother stopped them. He was more than a leader than the other kid could ever be, and I never forgot about his

Dario had no issue visiting or praying for him. It was because he was grateful,

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

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 getting more interesting by the second, and I gained a

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

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

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 him. This was not supposed to

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

like

him to fulfill his promise, and that’s how we became the Orlando’s.” Dario ended his story. “It was the surname of my maternal grandmother.”

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

towards Christian, but I could understand Dario’s feelings. I used to have

after his dad supposedly died and became attached to him after returning. I couldn’t blame Dario because I stuck with the Alfonzo’s, no

kept me thinking about just how twisted the Lamberti’s must’ve been

one thing

say about him. disowning Christian’s uncle because I never knew him, but anyone could see

even wondered why he retired if he wasn’t going to let go of the business in the first place. Was it because

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 a

was different and was even prepared to drop his entire family for

him.

than done, but I could not resent Dario. Not anymore.

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