His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 374

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.

Fabio was an affectionate family man 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 he carried for his two sons, leaving out Nic and our deceased brothers as if they had never existed.

Happily ever after is not something I believe in, and maybe dad and Sofia were to blame for that.

I was 16 years old when I lost Sofia. Dad found out she had been having an affair with uncle Dotard and

went crazy.

He dragged her by the hair, straight to the basement-while I stood by and did nothing.

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

Only after hearing the sound of gunshots had I somehow found the courage to walk to the basement, and that’s the day everything changed.

“This woman right there? Fabio pointed to her lifeless body on the floor. ‘She’s an ungrateful thore who couldn’t appreciate all I’ve done for her!”

“She’s been sleeping around with Dotard!”

Terrified, I asked for uncle, but Fabio had no problem telling me he was no longer alive. According to him, that man was a fraud, and I was not allowed to remember him as my uncle.

Little four-year-old Luis, who was supposed to be asleep, had found his way to the basement, crying for his mom-but I had stopped him. I held onto him and told him everything would be alright, knowing it wouldn’t.

‘He’s not mine.” That was Fabio’s reaction. I’m sure he’s Dotard’s bastard.”

Deep down, I’m sure he knew that was a lie-but he didn’t care. He hated Sofia, which automatically made him hate Luis.

With his hand raised, he marched to little Luis to hit him-but before he could do anything, I jumped between them to stop him.

I begged and prayed for him not 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.

21 punches, straight to the face, and it wouldn’t be the last time,

I counted every single punch, not regretting a thing because I got to protect Luis from that monster.

I was prepared to die if that meant keeping my little brother safe.

As Fabio was about to give me the 22nd punch, a strong and determined grip around his wrist stopped him.

In unbearable pain, I looked up at the boy who stared back at me with sharp eyes and recognized him as Beau.

The same Beau, raised by uncle Dotard. The one I was not allowed to interact with.