His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

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

a nap…for

suddenly agreed. “If you want me to take

he stepped closer. “I’ll take him,” He smiled. Lucio let out an impressed laugh and leaned back in

know where he got the energy from.” Dario chuckled. Franco gave him a warm smile and stood

choice of words and turned my head to look at Christian, but he did not react. He was either

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

through everything and told him how Berto

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

through a lot.” Franco sighed. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t be

alive, and

like that could traumatize her. We want her doing anything crazy, so you should

answered. I felt uncomfortable just by thinking about her and felt even worse

leaving today.” Enzo suddenly spoke. I felt my heart stop for a split second and watched as Christian gave him a surprised look.

Enzo

me yell and so did

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

it a secret would’ve probably been for the best, considering all the shit we had to

“I don’t think she was in any state

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

got big as he stared at all of us with a startled

Franco’s hand to give him the news. “The money uncle Berto is after…it’s Siena’s, and as her dad, I really

her parents, and we couldn’t allow

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

after the money?” Franco breathed. “So you mean to tell me that after all these years…he’s still after the

Franco and placed his hand on his

up after hearing the words, grandpa, and held Dario’s hands. “What is he planning on doing with the money? Tell

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 know is that it’s in

“It is at the warehouse, but I

know you’ve been looking for it, but you must have an idea of where it is, right?”

not the money we’re looking for. It’s the key!” Franco suddenly spoke. He reached to grab something from his pocket and pulled out a picture. “Wow, grandpa, you’re prepared!” Enzo laughed.

picture down on the table while everyone made their way around 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

time?” Enzo Co. ed. “Why do

do we get to it?” Christian asked. “How do we get to the

have no idea where.” He explained. “But my late friend who hid it for me was a reasonable man, so it can’t be far. He hid it somewhere, but if I could only

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 working there were all people with families

a knock on the door, and Franco quickly hid the pictures. “Sir!” A man spoke as he