His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 385
Vincenzo
Fabio High School Diary 3-
I said it would happen, and it did.
Yesterday, father told me that after graduation, I was to marry the transfer student-Snooper.
I had no say in any of this, and all of it has already been decided. She’s not a good person.
Now I don’t feel like writing anymore...
I let out an unexpected sound of laughter, reading through Fabio’s old journal. To think that he had once been just like any other
teen, dealing with parental pressure and decision he didn’t want to make, was quite amusing.
To think that the same man who hadn’t cracked a laugh with me before his passing, turned out to be such a comedian, made it
all even funner.
The woman he had mentioned, Snooper, somehow intrigued me, as she reminded me of Aria.
Someone who would stop at the cost of nothing, to get her way.
As far as I was concerned, Mom was Fabio’s first wife, which made me curious about how that woman was doing at the moment.
She had surely dodged a bullet.
One I couldn’t avoid.
Literally.
I closed the diary, leaning back in my chair, and let my mind wander back to the events of that day.
The day Fabio shot me because I chose Christian over him, only to get stabbed in the back by him-just like he had warned me.
Even back then, I learned that Christian only went back to save me because Serena told him so. Had it not been for her, he
would’ve let me die-just like that.

He didn’t value our friendship.
He never had, and the altercation at the warehouse proved my point.
After gathering my thoughts, I headed downstairs when I saw Aria sitting at the kitchen table as if she had been waiting for me.
Looking at the state she was in, I was unsure whether she had gotten any sleep. Her eye bags were visible, but so was her
signature smile.
“Morning,” I greeted her, taking the seat across from her.
“Vince!” she responded enthusiastically, then she leaped out of her chair to pull me into a warm hug. “How did you sleep?”
“Good,” I answered, slightly pushing her away. After all the trouble she had caused, I didn’t know where she found the courage to
wrap her arms around me.
“I went to the warehouse and grabbed the necklace first thing in the morning.” She pointed out, reaching for the small object in
her pocket.
“Here you go.”
“Here I go.” I grabbed the necklace, making a thin line with my lips.
Perhaps I didn’t choose the right choice of words last night when I thanked her’ for stealing the necklace.
It was all a misunderstanding.
I was glad she opened my eyes about Christian but regarding the necklace? I was pissed as it was once again proof of her
immature behavior.
She made me sick to my stomach, yet I couldn’t help but pity her because I knew she didn’t know any better.
Aria lacked that small thing called compassion, and it wasn’t her. It was her upbringing.
Fabio raised me the same way, but luckily I had enough people around me to know that was not the right
way.

“I’ve read through the journals, just like you’ve instructed me to,” Aria said, her voice filled with excitement. “And I think I have it
all planned out!”
“Great,” I replied, watching her walk back to her seat. “So, what’s this big plan of yours?”
“We have to put together a new team.”
“A new team?” I shrugged. “We have plenty of people. Why would we need to put together a new team?”
“Because you can’t trust people nowadays,” Aria huffed, pretending to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Ironically, she was the one saying this. She was one to talk.
“If we want to beat Christian at his own game, we’ll have to recruit people who aren’t afraid of him,” she continued.
“Keep talking,” I said, giving her my full attention.
“We of course want to remain anonymous on the black market. No one, especially Christian, should know we are the ones
selling the weapons, and we don’t want anyone who will open their mouth at any time.”
I nodded.
“With this team, we should sell the weapons at the weekly auction, just like it’s written in the journals.”
“And!” Aria pulled out a collection of notes from a bag, scattering them on the table. “I have thought of some potential candidates,
as well as trying to come up with the right idea to launder the money-”
“You really don’t let the grass grow under your feet, do you?” I chuckled, admiring her work ethic. Aria was dense when she
wanted to be, and smart when she needed to be.
I wasn’t worried about whether it would work out or not, because I knew we would succeed.
I had seen her lead her people and was shocked by her ability to do so.
Despite her impulsive behavior, I also had to admit that she genuinely seemed to care about me. She knew I had nothing, I had
nothing to offer, and wouldn’t make the best husband-but she was so set on marrying me.
I pitied her.

I really did.
“Why are you doing this?” I changed the subject, curious about her reason. “I could divorce you after all of this, you know that-
and you’re still doing all of this.”
“I know,” Aria blushed, looking down. “I’ve thought about that many times, but then I came to the realization that I just want you to
be happy, Vince.” She raised her head again. “I want to show you that you are just as good, if not better than the Lambertis-and I
will do that.”
“Okay.” I simply replied.
“Okay,” Aria repeated, suddenly reaching out her pinky before locking it with mine. “I do need you to promise that you’ll at least
try and give me a chance-deal?”
I forced a smile.
I tried to give her a chance, but she had shown me more negatives than positives.
Our personalities didn’t match, and I would never be able to love her the way she loved me.
Ever.
“Deal.” I lied to her face.
Who knew? Maybe after all of this was finished, and the Garcias were back on top, I would divorce her as 1 had planned to do
from the very start.
“Thank you for standing by me,” I said sincerely, looking her in the eye. I gave her pinky one more squeeze before releasing it.
“That’s my job as your wife!” Her eyes twinkled, making me feel even worse.
“Thank you for defending me against Christian,” she spoke. “I know it must’ve been hard for two grew up together.”
you
since you

“If anything, it’s quite the opposite.” I corrected her, taking a deep breath. From anyone else, I could’ve taken the disrespect-but
not Christian.
As given, one of the men walked in. It was one of the many men Aria had brought along from the Morales’
estate.
Serena
Hearing that name did something to me because no matter how angry I was at Christian, I could never resent her.
Serena and I had a special bond from the moment we met, a mutual understanding, but things were complicated now. I
suspected she was here to defend Christian, as she always did.
This time, however, there was no valid excuse for him. No matter what, I would not fall for that sad pout of hers and give in.
Not today.
My gaze traveled to Aria, who raised her brow.
“Let her in,” she said. “I’m sure Vince would love to hear what she has to say.”