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

yourself into this time?” A

who that voice

My rival, Serena.

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 for, and her beautiful black catsuit

was she pregnant again?

was this

most importantly, what was her connection to the dress thief? “Hey, sissy!” The dress thief stepped back, biting

Sissy?

Wait, Carmen. Alfonzo?

me!” Serena wrapped her hands around the bars, glaring at her sister. “Oh, hey-Vince.” She blushed, facing him.

was she

between these two? Serena was a married woman, right? And by the looks of it-pregnant as well.

stammered, failing 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 get it!” Serena clapped her hands, understanding the situation. “Wait, is this the girl you fought over a dress?” She

Morales, isn’t it?”

avoided all eye contact. “Yep, that’s me.”

After a forced apology, we had settled our issues and were outside of

The dress thief-/ mean Carmen,

I rubbed my eyes. “Whatever.”

much anymore and jumped

two communicated made me hate her even more. She seemed so perfect, that I

made her out to be, or was

nudged my shoulder. I thought we’d left everything behind us, but she

responded dryly, hoping she

Carmen sang. “Poor Vince will have his

Excuse me, babysitting?

over Vince’s shoulder. “Carmen, stop bothering the girl, and let’s

me, the girl?

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

explain myself to Vince. At least, not before 1 could make up a perfect excuse. All I had to do

“Hey, dress felon!”

eyes and took baby steps, turning around.

How would I even survive that hideous

“Y-yeah?”

he was right in front of me, with only a few inches between us. He bent down, to meet my

minimal gesture. I looked up to focus on his

his warm hand came in contact with my cheek. “That eye of yours.” Vince clicked

“S-should we?”

to lie, Carmen gave me

you to my home or our home…or whatever you want

giggle escaped my lips. “I like the

got his priorities straight. I

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

my seatbelt and fixed my seat.

on my face 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, at first sight, wasn’t real and at one point

I just knew he was the person I wanted to spend the rest

was no one else

during our peaceful drive. “Is that

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

Mom had prepared me to be the perfect wife for

smiling. “Oh, I don’t mind-I

to my parents’ house.

extravagant. I bet someone like Vince enjoyed living a humble life.

or 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 for, but I could give it a pass because my visit came as

the guards

walking to the

my tiny legs to keep up with his pace and followed him