His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

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.

even know I had, but they didn’t even know about me.” He spoke full

intentional, but it was very easy

I used to look up to him. I approached him

his best friend, but he turned me away.” Dario ranted. “He told

he just stood there and watched while they bullied me, threw me around, and made fun of me. He didn’t do anything,

It definitely sounded like him. I could also confirm that Gio, Enzo and perhaps Isobel had all

I asked. “This other kids who was his best friend and my…brother stopped them. He was more than a leader than the other kid could ever be, and I never forgot about

or praying for him. It was because he

stuck-up kid’s dad showed up and pulled me away. He gave me words of encouragement and told me not to

later learned that the man was my uncle and that kid was my cousin. He and his brothers 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 fumed. The story was getting more interesting by the second, and I gained a lot of information.

illness, but she could not fight

me I had to wait until I was older so I could rightfully claim what was mine, and then…he disappeared.” Dario shared. I figured that was around the

him,” Dario spoke, and I did not know why, but I was starting to feel sorry for him. This was not

after that, my grandpa gave out an order to retreat while my dad, his

like Franco.

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

a nice story.” I played along. “It seems

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

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

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

I had one thing in

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

going to let go of the business in the first place. Was it because of

by women who could stand up for themselves, but he would not get rid of me as he got rid of Dario’s mother. There was

was Christian. He was different and was even prepared

him.

but I could not resent