His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika

Chapter 177

Dario opened up about his childhood and, of course, let out the part about Berto because of Lucio’s

presence.

He shared everything about his mother, whose family abandoned her because they thought she was crazy, how she raised him all by himself and how Mauro dropped his entire life to take care of Dario because no one else wanted to.

Throughout the entire story, Franco had a guilty look on his face, and I could tell that he was embarrassed by his actions. “Words will not be enough to apologize, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me,” Franco spoke.

Dario placed his hand on top of Franco’s and gave him a nod. “I know my mom…could be a bit much, and I know you did whatever you thought was necessary, but I want you to know that I’m nothing like my mom.” Dario suddenly spoke.

It seemed like his uncle finally had a good talk with him and told him the truth about his mom, who was so hungry for power. “I miss her a lot, and she’s still my mother-but I understand now.” Dario smiled while he looked at Franco and Lucio. “And I forgive you, all of you.”

“And you.” Dario chuckled. Christian looked up with a concerned look in his eyes and anticipated Dario’s words. “I’m sorry for everything.” Dario apologized.

“I’m sorry for getting under your skin, provoking you, trying to ruin this family…my family,” Dario spoke. “It’s still so much to get used to.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Christian showed him a smile. He seemed sincere, but the idea of him being kind to Dario was strange and even scary. “And you,” Dario smiled at me.

Don’t blush, don’t blush.

I held in my breath and prayed he wouldn’t say anything stupid, which would make me fall from my chair. “I want you to know that I never used you, and I genuinely consider you to be my good friend. I like working with you, and I hope we can continue to work together…but under the Lamberti name this time.” Dario spoke. I was not too fond of everyone’s eyes staring at me, so I lowered my gaze and nodded my head while I wished for him to end the conversation.

“I’m sorry about…everything.” He spoke one more time. I knew what he meant by that and had a feeling he was talking about pushing Christian to swear at my family, telling me about Gina, spreading the video, trying to sabotage Beau, and so much more.

“It’s okay,” I spoke as I finally found the courage to look into his eyes. “I forgive you,”

“That’s good.” Dario smiled. It was time for him to break eye-contact, but he didn’t. “Of course, the two of you should work under the Lamberti name. You are both family!” Lucio luckily interrupted us.

He spoke a bit too loudly and let out several coughs. Christian immediately jumped up and stood by his -side to give him water while everyone else was full of worries. “That’s enough, dad. You need to rest before

everyone gets here-come on!”

“I’m fine. It’s nothing!” Lucio laughed. Lucio was so good at putting up a front that it was hard to believe sometimes that this man only had weeks left. He wasn’t thinking about himself, but he was always thinking about others.

“Uncle.” Dario smiled. He stepped closer and grabbed both of his hands. “I would really appreciate it if

you’d take a nap…for me?”

you want me to take a nap, I’ll take a nap!”

gave Dario a grateful smile while Mauro cleared his throat as he stepped closer. “I’ll take him,” He smiled. Lucio let out an impressed laugh and leaned back in his wheelchair. “Sure, why not!”

energy from.” Dario chuckled. Franco gave him

at Christian, but he did not react.

us, it’s time to tell you the full truth, grandpa.” Christian finally spoke, while Franco already prepared himself and

everything and told him how Berto had been the one pulling strings,

what he was hearing. “Not my Berto.” He gasped, surprised, and just like that, hope he had

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here

chuckled. “I’m alive, and I feel fine

could traumatize her. We want her doing

and felt even worse knowin kicked

suddenly spoke. I felt my heart stop for a split second and watched as Christian gave him a surprised look. “Is she? We

knew, Enzo knew,

me yell and so did the nurses.

me that she needed a break. A vacation.” Enzo shrugged and gave me a wink. It was nice of him to do that, and I would play along with his game, but the thing was that

a secret would’ve probably been for the best, considering all the shit we had to deal with- but I wasn’t embarrassed, and my actions were justified.

Christian spoke. “I don’t think she was in any state

was old news and Berto would not touch my

big as he stared at all of us with a startled look on his

took a deep breath before he grabbed Franco’s hand to give him the news. “The money uncle Berto

parents, and we couldn’t

about the warehouse, and I know that’s where

sigh before he placed his hand on his heart and closed his eyes. “He’s after the money?” Franco breathed. “So you mean to tell me that after all these years…he’s

Franco and placed his hand on his back to calm him

held Dario’s hands. “What is he planning on doing with the money? Tell me!” He desperately asked.

this family business from existence,” Dario told him. “The first instruction he gave me when we got here was to drive all of you crazy-so he could look for the money, and he succeeded.” Dario shared. “He didn’t tell me much about it, but all I

spoke. “It is at the warehouse, but I have no idea

must have an idea of where it is, right?” Christian asked. Franco shook his head and

to grab something from his pocket and pulled out a picture. “Wow, grandpa,

it. “I know exactly where the money is. The money is right here!” Franco pointed out. Our eyes moved towards a picture. with the exact location of the club I used to

it’s been there all this time?” Enzo Co. ed. “Why do

get to it?” Christian asked. “How

you,” Franco sighed, exhausted. “With the key. The key is in the warehouse-but I have no idea where.” He explained. “But my late friend who hid it for me was a reasonable man,

because uncle Berto will blow up the fucking place. Both the warehouse and the club.” Christian spoke, irritated. The idea of it pissed him off, and I understood his feelings. The people

on the door, and Franco quickly hid the pictures. “Sir!” A man spoke as he popped his head through the