His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 374

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T have high hopes for you. Fabio Garcia, the man I used to call dad, had once told me..

After we had lost mom, the unborn baby boy, and my brother Gian in a tragic house fire due to miscommunication, he hadn’t always been the best father, but at that time, I didn’t know any better.

I could still remember how he used to leave me in the care of his brother, my deceased uncle-while he and Nic went away on ‘business trips.

Might I remind you? Nic was still extremely young.

Dad was afraid he would lose his heir the same way he had lost the love of his life and my brothers. He couldn’t bare the thought of going through another heartbreak-so he dragged poor Nic around like a bag of dirt while 1, who at that time didn’t have much value-had to stay with uncle,

Uncle Dotard, as Fabio nicknamed him, used to be his lawyer and lived in Canada with his daughter and wife.

I can’t exactly remember at what age-I think I was around five-but somewhere along the way, uncle Dorard adopted a toddler named Beau.

He is one of your father’s sins. Dotard used those words to describe him throughout my childhood. I’m only taking care of this bird until it’s time for him to fly and find his way back.”

Year in and year out, I would stay with uncle Dotard and was not allowed even to catch a glimpse of this aggressive and cold-looking toddler.

My brother Nic, who had always been a bright kid and a reliable brother, had changed drastically, and so did Fabio.

I ignored the clear signs of mental abuse and forced myself to believe dad was just stressed because of work.

At sixteen, Nic had reached his limit and told me he couldn’t be around Fabio any longer.

He begged me to come with him, but I told him I couldn’t. If it’s not me, then who will be taking care of dad?’

I was eleven.

With Nic being absent, dad turned the attention to me as I became his only heir. He wanted to try a different approach. He had become soft-told me the truth about the business, taught me how to be the boss, how to hold a gun, and how to gain respect.

Things were starting to look up, and months later, I finally understood why.

This is Sofia, your new mother.’ Fabio introduced me to the beautiful, kind-looking woman with arms wrapped around her heavily pregnant belly.

I was shocked, confused-felt betrayed, but Sofia managed to do some damage control. I’m not here to replace your mommy. I remember her correcting Fabio’s words with a warm smile on her face. ‘But I would like to be a mother figure to you someday if you let me.’

From that day forward, we were a happy family, and the birth of my brother, Luis-made everything

complete.

and loved Sofia more than ever-so did I. Luis was his little prince, and he wouldn’t let a person pass without ranting about the love

something I believe in, and maybe dad and Sofia were to blame for that.

out she had been having an affair with uncle Dotard and

went crazy.

to the basement-while I stood by and did nothing.

I think about it, I was mortified and too afraid to stand up for Sofia.

of gunshots had I somehow found the courage

right there? Fabio pointed to her lifeless body on the floor. ‘She’s an ungrateful thore who couldn’t appreciate

around with

alive. According to him, that man was a fraud, and I was not allowed to

who was supposed to be asleep, had found his way to the basement, crying for his mom-but I had stopped him. I held

mine.” That was Fabio’s reaction. I’m sure he’s Dotard’s

didn’t care. He hated Sofia, which automatically made him hate

little Luis to hit him-but before he could do anything, I jumped between them to

touch him. Fabio was furious and needed someone to help him release his anger, so I took Luis’ hits instead. It wasn’t two or three-no.

to the face, and it wouldn’t be

not regretting a thing because I got to

was prepared to die if that meant keeping my little

22nd punch, a strong and determined grip around his wrist stopped him.

looked up at the boy who stared back at me

raised by uncle Dotard. The one I

had gently released himself

you-but nothing can change where you truly come from.’ His words left both of us confused. Years

the Alfonzos and the Lambertis because he felt they were to blame for our family’s

both families had agreed to

this years later

him, Fabio gave him

hand to help me, but all I could ask

his life

because, according to him, he had nothing to

head was why everyone, including

have that others didn’t?

an answer to that question, and yesterday when dad’s

was next level crazy.

unlocking the door to the basement with Nico by my side. The

cared much for that room, and after Fabio passed away-the thought of the basement hadn’t even crossed my

me aside,