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.”

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.”

him, he was like a leader, and I used to look up

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

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

it might’ve been about Christian. It definitely sounded

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

about Vince. It suddenly made 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 be a good person like him. “What

words of encouragement and told me not to let anyone walk over me, not even his son.”

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

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

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 go this way. “I guess he felt ashamed.” I sighed, hoping to get more

but right after that, my

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 the

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

I was hoping for him to come with a stupid explanation so I could hate him, 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 up and rude while all I could think about was how she

to him after returning. I couldn’t blame Dario because I stuck with the Alfonzo’s, no matter how twisted they were,

kept me thinking about just how twisted the Lamberti’s must’ve been for Christian’s uncle to fake his own death.

one thing in common,

in the wrong. I had nothing to say about him. disowning Christian’s uncle because I never

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

for themselves, but he would not get rid of me as he got rid of Dario’s

was Christian. He was different and was even prepared to drop his entire family

him.

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

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