Chapter 372
His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies
âEat as much as you can.â Christian spoke, sitting at the table. âSerena didnât touch anything-so weâll live.â
The three laughed, and I felt left out because I couldnât understand the joke. Maybe this was karma for inviting myself to a lunch I wasnât even invited to, âI canât cook. I canât even boil an egg. Itâs tragic.â Serena tapped my arm, explaining. âChristian made everything.â
âEverything?â I questioned, wondering how he even found the time. The table was filled with bread.
pastries, meat, salad, and everything one could think of âYes, he baked the breath and everything. Serena praised her husband, rolling her eyes seductively.
By the looks of it, Christian was someone who liked to get stuff done.
âWhat about all those maids?â My words came off as rude-a reminder to myself why I had to keep my mouth shut.
âPersonally, I think eating a homemade meal feels more sincere,â Christian explained, not feeling offended. âDo you cook, Aria?â
âYes, I love cooking.â The first two days, I went full out to cook a nice dinner for Vince and Luis-but they didnât seem to care. The two did whatever and returned home late, going their separate ways.
I was hesitant to confront him, but the streets were dangerous-he knew it as best, and someone as young as Luis shouldnât be alone.
âSheâs a great cook.â For once, Vince had something good to say about me.
âDo you hear that, Siena? Next time weâre eating at uncle Vinceâs place.â Serena called out to the kidsâ table, where Siena and Lucio were seated.
âYes!â Siena cheered excitedly as the state of my restless mind was already in disaster, hoping it was nothing more than an innocent joke.
My family had yet to receive an invite because I didnât want them to see me miserable. No one was allowed to come over and say, âI told you so.â
Not in my books.
âHave you already made her something, Vince?â Christian asked.
Shocked, I turned to Vince, smiling nervously as he had managed to escape from my eyes. Having someone you cared about cook a homemade meal was a big gesture, one I hadnât received from my parents.
âNo, he hasnâtâ I played with my fork, losing my appetite. I sensed Vince was a man who could be romantic if he wanted to-but I was not good enough to receive that treatment.
âAt one point, he went to culinary school and said he would open his own restaurant.â Christian continued, not noticing Vince would rather have him change the subject.
âOh-why didnât you?â I questioned, trying to find out a bit more about my husband. âDid your dad not allow it?â
This was a small detail that couldâve been covered with a normal conversation. Vince and I didnât communicate, I didnât even know his favorite color, and I was not the problem here. He was the one avoiding me.
âMy fatherâ¦.I wasnât that lucky.â Vince replaced his nervous laughter with a weak smile.
Good job, Aria.
You always ask the right questions.
There was an awkward silence, with the only sound being one of our metal forks. Not only was I crashing their lunch, but I had also ruined it by mentioning Fabio Garcia.
It could not end like this.
âI planned on joining the circus, but my dad threatened to cut me off, and I havenât spoken about it ever since.â I tried recovering the damage.
Vince, Serena, and Christian shot me strange looks.
âTm good at juggling?â I spoke shyly, regretting my whole existence. Why couldnât I communicate like a normal person?
Hearing everyone burst into sudden laughter made me feel at ease. Vince slammed his arm around me and circled my shoulder, for the first time showing sincere affection.
He looked at me, I looked at him and no words needed to be spoken.
Thank you for cleaning your own mess.
That was his message.
âI wanted to be a professional dancer-but I couldnât pay for my education anymore and ended upâ¦
dancing elsewhere.â Serena laughed, referring to the strip club.
We had all turned to Christian, waiting for him to reveal his secret. âOh, me?â He scratched his neck. âI donât know anything else.â
âCome on.â Vince nagged. âYou shared my secret, and itâs only fair for you to share yours.â
âIn that case.â Christian began. âI hope my children donât turn out like me, but Serena.â He kissed her cheek, making her blush.
âThatâs not a secret. Everyone knows that, and we all agree.â Vince laughed as all I could focus on was the affectionate couple.
âCan I ask you something?â I asked.
âThe two of you seem to have a really good and healthy relationship,â I told them my observation.
âWhatâs your secret?â
Vince covered his mouth, laughing-Christian turned the other way, and Serena dropped her fork.
rubbing her hands.
âWell.â She began. âGet pregnant, search for an enemy, let someone hire one of Vinceâs old flings and make her his assistant.â She broke down her tips. âThatâll do the job.â
âUh it takes time.â Christian placed his hand over Serenaâs mouth, grabbing all of our attention.
Time? Got it.
Throughout lunch, Christian shared many stories about Vinceâs childhood, admiring him for his good and honest heart.
He hyped his friend until no more words were left while Vince remained humble and begged h to stop.
It was nice to hear these stories, but deep down, all I wanted was for him to treat me the same. I wanted him to accept me, and yes-I was done fighting for his heart, but that didnât mean I didnât like him anymore.
Sitting at the table of the woman I had attacked for no simple reason felt like a sin. Seeing how hard she tried to include me in every conversation, pulled out a few praises here and there, and smiled whenever she got the chance to ease the tension-made everything worse.
I wasnât worthy of their kindness.
âI got into it with your brother, Beau, and said some things I shouldnât have.â I gulped, closing my eyes for a few seconds.
I couldnât do this any longer.
âAriaââ Vince nudged my shoulder. Christian shot him a look, telling him to let me speak.
âWhat did you say?â His stare made my heart raise.
âYes, what did you call me?â Serena jumped in, rightfully assuming there mustâve been something said about her.
âHe said Vince called me a nuisance. The words slipped from my mouth. âAnd then I was like âwho, me or your stripper sister?â and then he looked like he was about to kill me andââ
âBeen there, done that-donât worry about it.â Serena shrugged her shoulders. âI guess you felt the need to protect yourself because you donât like the idea of me being around Vince.â She nudged Christian. âRight, Chris?â
Christian zoned out, squinting his eyes as he stared at Vince. Looking back and forth between the two, 1 could tell they were communicating in their own little language and wondered what it was about âDo you feel sorry?â Christian words were directed to me, but his eyes stuck on Vincenzo.
How could you bring this monster around my children? Those were most likely his thoughts.
âI doâ
âThen maybe you can apologize.â His eyes met mine, still warm but also dominant.
âChristian!â Serena smacked his back, her cheeks flushed.
âHe asked nicely.â Vince backed him, agreeing with his friend.
I wasnât offended. In this situation, apologizing would only be the right thing to do.
âNo, I should apologize,â I said to Serena. âFrom the bottom of my heart-Iâm so sorry, and I shouldâve never said that about you.â An apology shouldâve left my mouth a long time ago. âYouâre a good person, and it was wrong for me to bring back your past. That was wrong of me.â
âThanks,â
âI donât want to cause any trouble between the three of you-and I really like you.â
I finally understood why Christianâs sister, Stella, would rather hang out with someone like Serena.
âCause trouble. What are you talking about?â Christian raised his brow. âVince and I are one step away from getting divorced so we can marry each other.â
âHeâs the leader of the Vince Fan Club.â Serena vouched for him.
âIs that a thing?â
âNot officially, Iâm still working on it.â The tone in his voice sounded so serious, making me wonder whether he was really joking.
âShe reminds me a bit of Carmen. He bumped against Serena.
âShe does, doesnât she? She has the same impulsive behavior.â
Impulsive behavior? I couldnât even get mad at the truth.
Vince, who supposedly found it to be funny, let out a sound of laughter. Being like Carmen, the dress thief didnât specifically have to be a bad thing.
I bet she said some stupid things time from time, and that was why Serena and Christian were as kind as to forgive me.
âMy brother is like a cute puppy, has a soft spot for women like you-so itâs surprising the two of you donât get along.â Serena sulked. âHeâs also part of whatever is going on here.â She used her hands to include Christian and Vince. âTheyâre in a love triangle.â
Not even at the wedding had her brother been mature enough to put aside our differences and avoid me at all costs. Getting along with Vinceâs friends and Luis would make my life much easier-
but it had to come from both sides.
âHeâs really protective over you.â A smile appeared on my lips. âSame as Christian. Must be nice to have someone like that.â
Maybe that was uncalled for.
âThanks for lunch, but I think we should go.â Vince suddenly got up from his chair as if he didnât like where this conversation was headed. Neither did I.
âNot because of me, isnât it?â I pointed at myself with my mouth hung open.
âNo.â Vince chuckled, shaking his head. He grabbed my hand to pull me from the chair and squeezed it tightly. âI still need to go to the factory, and I promised Luis Iâd be home early.â
Luis, Luis, Luis.