His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 135

“Look at you, so that you can pay attention!” Dario commented after his explanation. I was at the Orlando estate, and we met up again.

It wasn’t really that I was paying attention, but I prepared myself for what I was about to do. Should I really look through his office? Was Christian crazy? But then again, I’m the one who offered my help.

“This might be a heavy subject for you, but I thought we could maybe visit…the home you grew up in-

“What?” I laughed at his hilarious words. “I’m not ashamed of where I come from. I really don’t mind going there.”

Even if it wasn’t intended to be like that, his words hurt me, which was the last thing I needed at the moment. Not from him. He already hurt me more than enough.

Going against Beau’s happiness meant going against my happiness, and the worst thing was probably that he pretended to be all smiley after he learned the news. He was probably fuming inside.

There were no words to describe how much I was hoping for all of this to be one big misunderstanding. but I knew it wasn’t. The little boy in the pictures was undeniably Dario. There was no doubt about that.

Christian said he wasn’t a threat to me, but who would even go this far to help me? “Dario, do you like me?” I asked. His eyes went big, and he cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry?” He frowned. The question was loud and clear. It was something he should’ve been able to answer with yes or no. “Of course I like you. I’m helping you despite my busy schedule so-”

“And what’s this busy schedule of yours?” I pushed him. It was something I had been wondering for a while now. Busy schedule? All he did was ruin Christian and stalk the Lamberti’s as if his life depended on it.

Dario leaned forward and gave me a smirk as I looked away. Why did he have to be that handsome? Why couldn’t he just be ugly? It would’ve made things a whole lot easier.

of my beating heart and took a deep breath. Whatever crazy crush I had, it had to end. All of it was a lie, his help, his kindness-all of it. “You’re very curious, aren’t you?” Dario teased as

I’m sorry if I asked you something

you. I’m not Christian.” He chuckled. The cheating situation was nothing to joke about, so I couldn’t get through my head why he had the nerve to bring it up. “I’m trying to be a better person nowadays.

to punch him in the face, or no, it took me so much not to laugh in his face. This was ridiculous. If being obsessed with ruining Christian was part

I put a smile on my face, but my head was spinning. How was I ever going to

last time I was here that the maids were not present around this time. If I was going to do it, I had to

same man who seemed so kind and sweet was supposedly no different from Dario. If what Christian said was true, it

plan. Dario thought ahead and didn’t want anyone to suspect him,

of the table and made up a plan in my head. All I needed was

Mauro, I grabbed the glass of juice from the tray and dropped it over my dress. “Shit.” I gasped as both Mauro and Dario

a napkin from the table, but I stood up and took a step back. “I’ll clean this myself if you don’t mind.”

muttered and took a step back. “I can bring

confused look. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of your busy schedule. You two go ahead and continue your talk.” I smiled. “I’ll find my own way.”

Lamberti, but that was as far it went. He definitely did not share the same brains as the Lamberti’s because if he

made it very clear that he didn’t actually look at the footage. Gaining his trust was so easy that it worried me because I could genuinely not understand

one would be his office?

moved to the door at the end of the hallway.

why he didn’t care about what I was doing. The door was locked. I let out a frustrated breath

big-screen read ‘three attempts, which made me worry even more. One screw up, and the alarm would probably

would be to turn around to relay this to Christian somehow and find a better solution, but that was out of the question. Christian probably

down and took a deep breath before I focused on the lock. All

Dario’s birth date?

the numbers and closed my eyes as I waited for good luck, but nothing happened. Of course, it wasn’t his birthday. He wasn’t that stupid-he couldn’t be.