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

Chapter 379
When Vince told me I was allowed to join him, I thought it would just be the two of us. Funny enough, that was not the case. He
was driving a large truck, and we were stuck in a small space in the front with two other guys.
“I’ll need someone to help me unload these boxes, and I can’t possibly put my wife to work.” Vince came up with the perfect
solution to his problem. Yes, I was his problem, and he didn’t want to be alone with me.
At least, that’s what I thought-but strangely enough, he appeared to be in a good mood and smiled a lot.
“I’m really glad you could join us, boss.” One of the boys who had practically been hanging over my shoulders said for the tenth
time.
“I told you to call me Aria.” I reminded him. “I’m not much older than you, so don’t make me look old.”
“In that case, you can call me AJ.”
“Yes, I know.” It felt like our conversations were going in a loop, and I didn’t know how to end it. A reminder that after today, I
would not tag along anymore.
The two of you look good together.” The other boy opened his mouth. “I’m CJ, by the way.”
AJ and CJ.
What are the odds?
J brothers. That would be my new nickname for them.
From the corner of my eyes, I noticed the unbothered expression on Vince’s face.
A few days ago, he would’ve been disgusted by that comment.
Either that, or he was just focusing on the road.
“So Luis’s teacher and the baby aren’t present today?” I didn’t want to get home to any surprises, including the girl who obviously
had a crush on him and her annoyingly adorable baby.
Vince snorted. “What does it matter to you?”

“It’s also my house,” I said defensively. “I’m just asking.
“I know the Morales love to overwork people, but we’re not like that,” Vince told me. “So no. She won’t tutor today.”
The two in the back cleared their throats and covered their mouths, probably laughing.
“I must be getting on your nerves?” I smiled through the humiliation. Overwork people? How the hell did he come up
with that one?
The Morales’ were kind people.
“I’ve heard great things about you. How nice, kind, and warm you are-but I guess they must’ve been talking about some other
Vince.” I spoke my mind in the kindest way possible. It would be a pity for the J
brothers to tell everyone that we didn’t get along.
“Vince.” I pouted, looking at him.
“Yes?”
“If you’d have to grade my looks and Luis’ teacher’s looks, one to ten, what would you give us?”
Vince shook his head. “First of all, I don’t grade women based on their looks.” He stated. “It’s quite disrespectful, and since
you’re one as well, you should know that.”
“Wow, boss.” AJ and CJ were impressed by his cringe-worthy answer. It wasn’t as if the world was going to end because of a
ranking unless he’d put her above me, of course.
“Look at you being the perfect gentleman.” I nudged him, earning a small smile.
“We’re here.” He stopped the truck at the Lamberti warehouse. I waited for Vince to open the door for me, which he did. By now,
he must’ve known that I was allergic to car doors.
The ] brothers worked quickly and had already begun unloading boxes from the back.
Amazed, I took in my surroundings. The warehouse didn’t look like the typical sketchy garbage. Had I not known, I would’ve
thought it was any other legal business.

“How many people do they have working here?” My jaw dropped at the number of workers, all doing something, and no one
stood still. Containers were getting unloaded in broad daylight.
Christian worked clean without taking risks, so he must’ve had his reasons.
“What’s in those boxes?” I wondered, observing every step along the way as the boxes from the truck were being brought inside.
“Flour, baking soda, and some sugar to bake cookies. As usual, Vince blessed me with his short answer filled with sarcasm.
I was in awe, but not in a good way. Seeing my husband delivering boxes to someone who seemed to have everything under
control-while we had our own business to run, bothered the crap out of me.
“No wonder everything here looks so clean.” A frown appeared on my face. “Everything gets delivered to other families, so in
case anything goes down-the Lambertis are not directly involved.”
“Aria, stop it,” Vince whispered in my car. Well, I didn’t care, in my eyes, Christian Lamberti was a selfish prick, and everyone
was allowed to hear my opinion.
Vince knew I was right, and that’s why he told me to keep my mouth shut.
“Don’t you think he’s just using you? Letting you do this while you have your own business to handle?”
“Not that loud.” He shushed me.
“What if we were stopped on the road, huh?” The thought occurred to me. “Would Christian have your back?”
“Stuff like that doesn’t happen around here. It’s a safe route, and Christian-
“Has the whole city wrapped around his finger?” I cut him off. It was still difficult to understand why
everyone feared him and his power and why he felt the need to control everything and everyone.
Even dad, the most powerful man back home-had taken a step back to remain in Christian’s shadow,
It was all hitting me right now.
At one point, even I was afraid of him.

“I can now see it. It’s the Christian show, and we’re just a bunch of extras!” I shot him a side-eye. “You know it too.”
Vince looked the other way, openly ignoring my words.
“You know, I bet he doesn’t even give any of you a quarter of the cut-especially you, because he believes you owe him your life.”
“What did you say?” Vince turned and softly wrapped his hand around my wrist. The look in his eyes had changed. He looked
embarrassed, angry, and ashamed all at once.
It wasn’t my conclusion, it was Angelo’s, and seeing Vince’s reaction—it was so far off.
He didn’t believe he owed Christian his life, and that was a good thing because that meant it wouldn’t be that difficult to execute
my plan.
II heard a loud whistle.
“Vince!”
Vince let go of me, and our eyes towards the same direction. Gio Lamberti waved from a distance with a clipboard in his hands.
1 heard Christian’s oldest brother was a rough person to get along with, but when it came to Christian— also he knew how to
keep his mouth shut.
That man controlled the other families, all of their business-and even his own family.
It gave me chills.
They treated him like some sort of god and it was all because of what his father had build.
“Stay here, Aria.” Vince patted my shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay!” I yelled after him, but he was already gone. “I wouldn’t know where to go anyway!”
That was clearly a lie.
“Stay here, Aria.” I mimicked him. “Screw you.”
If there would be a right opportunity to steal something valuable from the Lambertis, now would be the right time.