Chapter 385
His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika
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. Sheâs not a good person.
Now I donât feel like writing anymore...
I let out an unexpected sound of laughter, reading through Fabioâs old journal. To think that he had once been just like any other teen, dealing with parental pressure and decision he didnât want to make, was quite amusing.
To think that the same man who hadnât 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 Fabioâs first wife, which made me curious about how that woman was doing at the moment.
She had surely dodged a bullet.
One I couldnât 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 wouldâve let me die-just like that.
He didnât 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.
âMorning,â I greeted her, taking the seat across from her.
âVince!â she responded enthusiastically, then she leaped out of her chair to pull me into a warm hug. âHow did you sleep?â
âGood,â I answered, slightly pushing her away. After all the trouble she had caused, I didnât know where she found the courage to wrap her arms around me.
âI went to the warehouse and grabbed the necklace first thing in the morning.â She pointed out, reaching for the small object in her pocket.
âHere you go.â
âHere I go.â I grabbed the necklace, making a thin line with my lips.
Perhaps I didnât choose the right choice of words last night when I thanked herâ 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 couldnât help but pity her because I knew she didnât know any better.
Aria lacked that small thing called compassion, and it wasnât 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.
âIâve read through the journals, just like youâve instructed me to,â Aria said, her voice filled with excitement. âAnd I think I have it all planned out!â
âGreat,â I replied, watching her walk back to her seat. âSo, whatâs this big plan of yours?â
âWe have to put together a new team.â
âA new team?â I shrugged. âWe have plenty of people. Why would we need to put together a new team?â
âBecause you canât trust people nowadays,â Aria huffed, pretending to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Ironically, she was the one saying this. She was one to talk.
âIf we want to beat Christian at his own game, weâll have to recruit people who arenât afraid of him,â she continued.
âKeep talking,â I said, giving her my full attention.
âWe 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 donât want anyone who will open their mouth at any time.â
I nodded.
âWith this team, we should sell the weapons at the weekly auction, just like itâs written in the journals.â
âAnd!â Aria pulled out a collection of notes from a bag, scattering them on the table. âI have thought of some potential candidates, as well as trying to come up with the right idea to launder the money-â
âYou really donât let the grass grow under your feet, do you?â I chuckled, admiring her work ethic. Aria was dense when she wanted to be, and smart when she needed to be.
I wasnât 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 wouldnât make the best husband-but she was so set on marrying me.
I pitied her.
I really did.
âWhy are you doing this?â I changed the subject, curious about her reason. âI could divorce you after all of this, you know that-
and youâre still doing all of this.â
âI know,â Aria blushed, looking down. âIâve thought about that many times, but then I came to the realization that I just want you to be happy, Vince.â She raised her head again. âI want to show you that you are just as good, if not better than the Lambertis-and I will do that.â
âOkay.â I simply replied.
âOkay,â Aria repeated, suddenly reaching out her pinky before locking it with mine. âI do need you to promise that youâll at least try and give me a chance-deal?â
I forced a smile.
I tried to give her a chance, but she had shown me more negatives than positives.
Our personalities didnât match, and I would never be able to love her the way she loved me.
Ever.
âDeal.â 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.
âThank you for standing by me,â I said sincerely, looking her in the eye. I gave her pinky one more squeeze before releasing it.
âThatâs my job as your wife!â Her eyes twinkled, making me feel even worse.
âThank you for defending me against Christian,â she spoke. âI know it mustâve been hard for two grew up together.â
you since you âIf anything, itâs quite the opposite.â I corrected her, taking a deep breath. From anyone else, I couldâve 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 Moralesâ 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.
âLet her in,â she said. âIâm sure Vince would love to hear what she has to say.â