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

Chapter 387
Aria
“And this is why I’ve decided we need someone for the tech, someone to drive the truck, someone to go. over the numbers, and
three people-obviously you and me, to go to the auction,” I shared my conclusion. I turned to Vince, who was watching me
attentively, taking in every word.
No words left his mouth.
“What do you think?” I asked, awaiting his answer.
“I think your brains must be hurting from planning it all out,” Vince joked..
I chuckled nervously. Planning did have a way of making my head spin, but I enjoyed doing it. Better yet, I already had my whole
life planned out, including this very moment.
“I think it’s a good idea,” Vince admitted. “I just don’t know where we can find more people from the outside who aren’t afraid to
work against the Lambertis. He furrowed his brows, deep in thought.
I thought about the first person qualified for the job to drive the truck. Angelo.
He was trustworthy, on my side, and as a Marino, knew his way around the business.
Vince didn’t really like him, especially not after the whole necklace situation-but there was no better option than him.
“What is it?” Vince blinked, noticing my lack of words.
“I know you’re not a fan of him,” I began as Vince was already shaking his head in disapproval.
“I already let him stay in my house because you’re my wife and your family requested it, but that’s as far as I’ll go.” His tone was
firm.
“But he would be the best option to drive the truck with the weapons. He knows all the roads, knows all the routes to stay away
from the Lambertis, and I trust him,” I quickly countered, not giving him any chance to interrupt me. “He works for me.”

Vince’s face disappeared behind his hands, and a deep breath left his lips. “For some reason, I think I’ll regret this,” he said,
looking at me through his fingers.
“I promise you won’t,” I assured him, treating him with a bright smile. “I got it all under control. Trust me.”
“Okay,” Vince simply nodded. “If you say so.”
“Okay.”
“I know someone good with numbers,” Vince mentioned. “He’s trustworthy, won’t betray me, and has every reason not to fear the
Lambertis,”
“That’s great. We’ll take him,” I said eagerly, showing him I trusted him more than he could ever trust me. “That doesn’t mean
he’ll do it. He lives in Miami, so I’ll have to convince him first,” Vince spoke. “Christian is his godbrother, his father is a cartel
boss-he doesn’t really have anything to do with his family, but he knows his way around.”
“That’s good!” My eyes widened at the idea of turning one of Christian’s own people against him. “What’s his name?”
“Tiago Castillo.”
“Perfect,” I immediately wrote down the name. “You should invite him to stay over soon so we can convince him!”
“That leaves us with two more people,” Vince spoke. “I have very good reason to believe that Isobel won’t say no to joining us for
the auction,” he spoke. “She’s really good at selling stories. She sold Beau the story that she’s completely not insane and even
got him to marry her.”
I laughed at his joke, but just as quickly I was taken aback, realizing where he was getting at. He wanted to recruit not only the
daughter of the Lamberti’s business partner but also the mother of two children carrying the Alfonzo name.
“I know it’s crazy coming from my mouth but playing around with someone affiliated three families might be a bit too risky,” I said.
“Besides, it might not be that smart to involve ourselves in whatever grudge she’s holding against Beau-”
“I don’t care,” Vince responded coldly. “We agreed we would go after Christian’s people, so that’s what we’re doing.”
It wasn’t that I cared that much because I could not give a damn about any of these people at all. I was startled by his lack of
concern over Beau, and it left me a bit worried. I just didn’t want Vince to end up regretting his decision.
Yet, I ignored my feelings and wrote down Isobel’s name. “We need one more person for the tech, then we’re settled.”

Vince shot me a warm smile, something that didn’t happen that often. If only I could read his thoughts. I returned his smile.
I knew there was a chance he might divorce me in the future when he would not require my help much longer, but I didn’t mind. I
was doing this out of love for him.
“Rest for today, Aria, Vince said suddenly.
Rest?
“I can’t. There’s still so much I have to do-and I still have to do more work, look over everything. I have to visit our warehouses
later, I need to-”
“Rest,” Vince insisted, getting up from his chair. “You need to rest.”
“But I can’t...” My words trailed off. My body froze as Vince stepped closer to me. His presence nearly paralyzed me as he took
my hand, his fingers brushing against mine gently.
“Aria, please. Take a break for today.” His voice was soft and pleading.
His dark eyes, full of concern, stared into mine.
“Why are you doing all of this?” He repeated the same question he had already asked me once before.
I was shameless, my answer was already set.
“I am doing this because I love you. You know I love you,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. It was a useless
confession, he clearly didn’t feel the same way-but I was okay with that for now.
As long as he knew how I felt about him.
“I can’t be at ease knowing you feel obligated to take care of me,” Vince answered. “I’m sorry for not being able to give you
anything...in return.” he apologized, and I knew he was referring to the love.
“That’s okay, and you’ve been a great husband so far,” I squeezed his hand, not wanting to let go. His words of doubt brought
back a memory of that time I had called him a terrible husband. I never meant it like that, but since then he had been a little nicer
to me.

“I need you to pack your suitcase.” Vince suddenly instructed.
“Why?” I asked, confused. “There is so much we still have to take care of. We don’t even have a strategy yet.”
“Pack your suitcase. You need a break. I’m taking you on a belated honeymoon trip, Vince decided, his tone making clear that it
wasn’t up for debate.
Spending time alone with Vince?
A honeymoon on top of that?
“In that case, I’ll start packing right away!” I couldn’t hide my excitement. “Do you need me to pack a bikini because I just got a
few limited editions!”
Vince smirked. “What about work?” He teased. “I thought you said you were busy.”
“Busy?” I played oblivious, scratching my head. “Did I say that?”