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.

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 he carried for his two sons, leaving out Nic and our deceased brothers

ever after is not something I believe in, and maybe dad and Sofia were to

lost Sofia. Dad found out she had been

went crazy.

to the basement-while I stood by and

think about it, I was mortified

sound of gunshots had I somehow found the courage to walk to the

lifeless body on the floor. ‘She’s an ungrateful

been sleeping around with Dotard!”

Fabio had no problem telling me he was no longer alive. According to him, that man was a fraud, and I was not allowed

for his mom-but I had stopped him. I held

That was Fabio’s reaction. I’m sure

didn’t care. He hated Sofia,

him-but before he could do anything, I jumped between them

needed someone to help him release his anger, so I took Luis’ hits instead.

punches, straight to the face, and

because I got to protect Luis from that monster.

was prepared to die if that meant keeping my

Fabio was about to give me the 22nd punch, a strong

stared back at

one I was not allowed to interact

had gently released himself from his grip and chuckled, amused. A

can change where you truly come from.’ His words left both of us confused. Years

and the Lambertis because he felt they were to blame for our family’s death. Their men burned down the house with mom and Gian

child in return, and both families had agreed to hand over

had only learned of this

him a shoulder pat and exited the

out his hand to help me, but all I could

he risk his life

answer was simple. He did it because, according to him, he had nothing

question which had gone through my head was why everyone, including me,

did he have that others

that question, and yesterday when dad’s former associate visited the Garcia factory, I

next level

the basement with Nico by my side. The basement of the Garcia Factory had been a strictly

had never cared much for that room, and after Fabio passed away-the thought of the basement hadn’t even crossed my mind.

Nico pushed me aside, entering the basement before