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.”

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

like a leader, and I used

me away.” Dario ranted. “He

of me. He didn’t do anything, but he was a bystander.” Dario explained. “He wanted 10 stand up for me. I

two and two together, and I figured it might’ve been about Christian. It definitely sounded like him.

was more than a leader than the other kid

was because he was grateful, and the reason why I

pulled me away. He gave me words of encouragement and told me not to let

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,

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

to wait until I was older so I could rightfully claim what was mine, and then…he disappeared.” Dario

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

right after that, my grandpa gave out an order to retreat while my dad, his own son-was

like

how we became the Orlando’s.” Dario ended his story. “It was the surname of my maternal grandmother.”

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

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 up and rude while all I could think about was how she did not have the right to be, because she

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

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

and I had one thing

No matter how I looked at 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 not exactly a

wasn’t going to let go of the business in the first place. Was it because of me or Siena?

a 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

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

him.

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

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