Chapter 383
His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika
Chapter 383 Vincenzo âIâve never disrespected you or your wife, so please donât come in here and disrespect mine either. He had taken it too far.
âYouâve never disrespected us?â Christian questioned with a smile. âThen what about you disrespecting our marriage by eyeing her like sheâs some meal every second, or you trying to kill all of us when you turned full-on maniac and went on a rampage?â
The men behind Christian chuckled, and I felt the sting of his words. He could take my feelings for Serena however he wished; I didnât care about that. But everyone knew my past was a sensitive subject, and hearing him of all people bring it up like that was like a knife to my heart.
I glanced at Beau, who lowered his head in shame. Even the one who was there at my lowest point stood and watched without putting an end to it.
Christian seemed to realize the impact of his words, and his expression softened. Tâm sorry, Vince. I just want my fatherâs necklace back.â His words sounded sincere, but the damage had already been done.
âNo, no-I understand,â I replied, pretending his words hadnât affected me. âWe will find your necklace.â
Good. Thatâs all Iâm asking. Christian said, his voice still strained.
âIn the meantime, you should leave. I doubt any of them would confess with you and your....parasites. I couldnât help but glare at him.
Christian chuckled, clearly offended. âIâm glad youâve got your priorities straight, Vince. Just remember, weâve always had a tight friendship, and you have all of this because the Lambertis allowed you to have it, âHow could I?â I almost spoke through gritted teeth. It was hard to forget when he reminded me of it every damn second.
Christian gave me a nod and slowly walked forward to give me an awkward pat, then he walked away and took all his men with him.
Beau lingered for a moment, looking guilty. âHeâs just stressed, you know how much that necklace means to him,â he defended Christian.
âRight, I narrowed my eyes, my frustration growing. I never made up excuses for my past actions, neither should be.
âHe shouldnât have treated you the way he did, and I donât agree with a word he just said,â Beau said. âI thought you should know that.â
âThen why didnât you speak up when you had the chance?â
Beau let out an exhausted sigh. âGoodbye, Vince.â He ignored my question and followed his new people. leaving me to my thoughts.
As Christian and his men drove off, my own men began talking badly about him, whistling and laughing with Aria joining in. Truly, I felt bothered by the situation. I cared for little Siena; I knew how much the necklace meant to them, but I knew AJ and CJ werenât responsible for the theft.
âIf any of you got a bit too ambitious and stole Siena Lambertiâs necklace, you can put it right there on the desk before midnight,â
I said out loud. my eyes fixed on every single man. âIt will be anonymous, so there wonât be any consequences.â
âThank you, boss,â they all replied in unison.
I met Ariaâs gaze, giving her a small nod, and she linked her arm with mine. As I looked at Aria, my thoughts returned to her accusation from before. Christianâs face when she called him out was full of guilt, proving she was right.
It bothered me.
It made my skin crawl.
âWe should go.â Aria whispered, nudging my shoulder. âGive.... the guilty one the opportunity to put back the necklace?â
As we drove back home, the silence between us was palpable. My mind was still filled with thoughts of Christianâs words, and I couldnât shake the hurt I felt.
It wasnât pain over his words, no. It was pain for letting myself come to this. A weak and fragile leader, waiting for everyoneâs help. My uncle, my brother, Christian-and even Aria.
I was in pain because he was right.
I was weak.
âDid he really say that about me?â I broke the silence, seeking some kind of confirmation.
âYes, there were more of them-and they didnât have anything good to say,â Aria admitted, her voice soft with sympathy. âAbout either of us.â
âWas Beau there?â I asked, wondering if the person Iâd once trusted most had been part of the betrayal.
âYou see...â Aria hesitated for a moment before answering. âHe was there-and I donât like him one bit, but he was the only one defending you.â
âThanks for telling me,â I said after a brief silence. âAlthough, I wish you had told me earlier, so I wouldnât have appeared so stupid in front of everyone.â
âI didnât want to hurt you,â Aria said.
âI donât want your pity, I want your honesty.â Her hurting me was one of my last worries. âTell me honestly, what kind of leader do you think I am?â
Her eyes blinked. âW-What?â
âDo you think Christian was wrong?â
âNo.â Aria swallowed, giving me the truth. Arranged marriage or not, having a wife view you as weak was embarrassing.
âBut I donât think heâs right either,â Aria continued. âI think youâre trying, but youâre too soft, too kind. No one fears you because everyoneâs starting to see that youâre nothing like your father. They donât fear you because they know Christian can keep you under control.â
âIs that so?â
âYes, and itâs because they donât know you like I do.â
âYou donât know me either.â
âBut I understand you I get you better than anyone,â she spoke, her tone soft. âYou donât want to hurt anyone, because you know what itâs like to experience real pain. Youâre compassionate. You have a good heart.â
Her words made me feel exposed, and it was as if she could see right through me. It was also as if she was trying to make me into a better person than I truly was, I tried to make sense of her words.
âI donât think youâre weak,â she said. âYouâre just different from the others, but I donât think itâs a bad thing. You always think of others before thinking of yourself, and youâre too nice.â
Too nice?
I looked at her, trying to read her expression. Was she being sincere? Or was this just another one of her games?
Maybe she had expected me to thank her for her words, but I wasnât grateful. Her opinion didnât matter to me at all.
No one in my position wanted to hear they were too nice.
There was a lot people could say about Fabio Garcia, but one thing was certain-he was not ânice.
He wasnât really that respected either, but at least others feared him.
In this business, being feared was better than being kind-and Christian just showed me the proof of that.
I was done playing the nice guy, staying humble in the background-putting other families above my OWIL If others had the same mentality, why shouldnât I?
âVince?â Aria woke me from my thoughts, âYes?â
She placed her hand on my thigh, releasing it a second later after seeing the bothered expression on my face. Iâm sorry,â she apologized. âI just want to know whatâs on your mind.â
âLetâs sell those weapons,â I said, determined.
âW-What?â
âBring our family to the top. Letâs sell those weapons.â