His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 354

Aria

“So now that I’ve shown you the…consequences, we both ended up in a cage,” I spoke through gritted

teeth.

After the random girl challenged, we got into a fight-and guess what? No one ended up getting the dress. We got arrested and ended up in a cell instead.

I ended up lying to my driver, texting him I ran into a friend. That was a sad lie, considering other than Stella-I didn’t really have any around here.

Calling dad to bail me out would’ve been way to embarrassing, so I gave the officers Vince’s number instead. It was a good thing dad ended up texting his number.

Yes, my future husband would see what kind of loser his future wife was-but I had no other choice. I didn’t know anyone who would not run to my dad to rat me out.

“I hope you know this is all your fault.” I bothered the girl once again. She should’ve never dared me in the first place.

“Is it now?” She stared into space, hoping to avoid this conversation.

“Yes.” I nodded confidently. “Just so you know, I needed that dress for my birthday slash engagement party.”

“Just so you know, I needed that dress to impress my ex

“Oh well, ex and fiance are on two different levels!” I spoke, offended. “You won’t get him back anyway. Not with that personality.”

“You’re a terrible person.” The girl huffed after a few seconds. “You’re so terrible I’m sure no one’s bailing you out of this place.”

“My fiance will bail me out.” I corrected her. “You should worry about yourself.”

“Don’t worry about me, my sister will bail me out.”

“Good for you.

The minutes were passing by and in those minutes I could only think about the best way to explain myself to Vincenzo. How could I tell him that I ended up in a cell over a dress? Where would that leave me?

“Aria Morales?” The officer called out my name.

“Morales?” I heard the girl whisper.

“That’s me!” I got up from the cold bench and made my way to the bars, I slowed my pace as the male figure behind the officer slowly revealed himself.

Vincenzo Garcia.

He looked even more handsome than the last time I’d laid eyes on him. Different from the suit he rocked at the wedding, he was wearing a shirt with comfortable sweatpants underneath.

I probably dragged this man out of his house, but that was not the only thing on my mind.

Why was someone like Vince not working on a weekday? Shouldn’t he be leading his family?

For some reason, I had expected a different reaction but was met with a comforting smile. That’s her.” Vince raised his brows, sighing.

“So, I know you must be thinking about what I’m doing here,” I spoke, fiddling my hands. “And I-I know how all of this looks…”

“C-Carmen.” Vince squinted his eyes, interrupting me. Great, so he couldn’t even give me the time of day. “What are you doing here?”

“Vince?” The dress thief, supposedly Carmen-made her way beside me. “Vince, thank God!” She breathed. “Did my sister send you?”

So those two knew each other?

asked flustered. “Where is she, is she

hell did you get yourself into this

knew who that voice

My rival, Serena.

stared at the woman running toward us. For some reason, she looked even hotter today than she did at her wedding. Her thick and healthy dark curls were in a high ponytail, the pink gloss on her lips was to die

she

children was this woman planning on

and most importantly, what was her connection to the dress

Sissy?

Wait, Carmen. Alfonzo?

hands around the bars, glaring at her sister. “Oh, hey-Vince.” She blushed, facing him. “What are you doing

was she blushing?

two? Serena was a married woman, right? And

to keep his balance. It was as clear as day he was into her. Anyone could see that, including Serena and possibly her husband. “I’m

Serena clapped her hands, understanding the situation. “Wait, is this the girl you fought over a

Morales, isn’t it?”

contact. “Yep,

since we’ve all apologized, it’s all good right?” Serena laughed brightly. After a forced apology, we had settled

dress thief-/ mean Carmen, spoke.

my

and Serena didn’t seem to care much anymore

hate her even more. She seemed so perfect, that I felt the need to

kind as everyone made her out to be, or was it all a lie?

Carmen nudged my shoulder. I thought

dryly, hoping she would get off

Carmen sang. “Poor Vince

Excuse me, babysitting?

over Vince’s shoulder. “Carmen, stop bothering

the girl?

Carmen slapped my back. “I’ll see you at your party, bye!” She walked off with her sister, leaving me behind startled. I didn’t know what was worse. Her coming to my party or her calling Vince my

chances, and turned to sneak off so I didn’t have to explain myself to Vince. At least, not before 1 could make up a perfect excuse. All I had to

“Hey, dress felon!”

eyes and took

I even survive

“Y-yeah?”

chuckled, shaking his head and stepped closer until he was right in front of me, with only a few inches between us. He bent down, to meet

as my heart melted at his minimal gesture. I looked up to focus on his perfectly parted hair and lowered my eyes until I reached his beautiful lips.

when his warm hand came in contact with my cheek. “That eye of yours.” Vince clicked his tongue. “Yeah, we should

“S-should we?”

I was not going to lie, Carmen gave me a good punch. I should’ve known

home or our home…or whatever

my lips. “I like the sound of

I was his fiancee and not

the car door for me and waited like a true gentleman. I could get used to

and fixed my seat. There

had probably not gone unnoticeable, but I didn’t care. I liked him and I had no desire to keep it a secret. Many claimed love,

on Vince, I just knew he was the person I wanted to spend

no one

getting arrested, huh?” Vince asked during our

not!” I almost exclaimed. “I’m sorry, it won’t

him to view me as incapable. Mom had prepared me to be the perfect

smiling. “Oh, I don’t

to my parents’ house. Everyone was aware of the Garcia’s

his fortune, the mansion was not to extravagant. I bet

maids to welcome me-but there weren’t any present. As the future head lady of the Garcias, it was not the welcome I had wished

the guards and

you coming?” Vince chuckled, walking to the door with his

ran with my tiny legs to keep