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?”

“If you want me to take

him,” He smiled. Lucio let out an impressed laugh and leaned back in his wheelchair. “Sure, why not!”

chuckled. Franco gave him a warm smile and stood up to give him another hug. “From you, of course, he’s not even like that

surprised by Franco’s choice of words and turned my head to look at Christian, but he did not react. He was either not jealous or just was doing a

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

told him how Berto had been

believe what he was hearing. “Not my Berto.” He gasped, surprised, and just like that, hope he had left to reunite with his son

lot.” Franco sighed. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here for you.”

Enzo chuckled. “I’m alive, and I feel fine

Christian. “Something like that could traumatize her. We want her doing anything crazy, so you should keep her in check while

and felt even worse

heart stop for a

Enzo

he knew, he heard me yell and

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 I didn’t care whether Christian would

keeping it a secret would’ve probably been for the best, considering all the shit

she was in any state

we have to discuss.” I reminded Christian. Gina was old news and Berto would not touch my daughter’s

to tell us where it is,” Christian spoke. Franco’s eyes got big as he stared at

the news. “The money uncle

parents, and

about the warehouse, and I know that’s where you’ve been keeping the

and closed his eyes. “He’s after the money?” Franco breathed. “So you mean to tell me that after all these

towards Franco and placed his hand on his back to calm

is he planning on

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 know is that it’s

is at the warehouse, but I have no

have an idea of where it is, right?” Christian asked. Franco shook his head and seemed stressed just by thinking about it..

suddenly spoke. He reached to grab something from his pocket and pulled out a picture. “Wow,

way around it. “I know exactly where the money is. The money is right here!” Franco pointed out. Our eyes moved towards

this time?” Enzo Co.

get to it?” Christian asked.

the warehouse-but I have no idea where.” He explained. “But my late friend who hid it

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

hid the pictures. “Sir!” A man spoke as he popped his head through the door. “The guests are starting to arrive!”