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

this time?” A

knew who that voice

My rival, Serena.

tensed muscles, I 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 for,

she pregnant

how many children was this woman planning

was she doing here, and most importantly, what was her connection to the dress thief?

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

What was going on between these two? Serena was a married woman, right? And by the looks of

day he was into her. Anyone could see that, including Serena and possibly her husband. “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

Serena clapped her hands, understanding the situation. “Wait, is this the girl you fought over a dress?” She pointed at

Morales, isn’t

eye contact. “Yep, that’s me.”

laughed brightly. After a forced apology, we had settled

The dress thief-/ mean Carmen,

my eyes.

to care much anymore and jumped

me hate her even more. She seemed so perfect, that I felt the need to confirm whether she truly didn’t have

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

he’s your fiance?” Carmen nudged my shoulder. I thought we’d left everything behind us, but she was starting again.

she would get off

sang. “Poor Vince will have his hands full, babysitting you.”

Excuse me, babysitting?

“Carmen, stop bothering the girl, and

me, the girl?

my back. “I’ll see you at your party, bye!” She walked off with her sister, leaving me behind startled. I didn’t

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

“Hey, dress felon!”

closed my eyes and took baby

I even survive

“Y-yeah?”

with only a few inches between us. He bent down, to meet my gaze and stared at me with narrowed eyes.

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

came in contact with my cheek. “That eye of yours.” Vince clicked his tongue. “Yeah, we should probably do something about that.”

“S-should we?”

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

our home…or whatever you want to call

my lips. “I like the sound of

straight. I was his fiancee and not

opened the car door for me and waited like a

fasten my seatbelt and fixed my seat. There you go.” He

blush 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 almost

on Vince, I just knew he was the

was no one else for

and getting arrested, huh?” Vince asked during our peaceful drive. “Is

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

me to be the perfect wife for years and 1 would not mess it up ever again.

don’t

size to my parents’ house. Everyone was aware of the Garcia’s wealth, whether their business was running or not.

mansion was not to extravagant. I bet someone like Vince

weren’t any present. As the future head lady of the Garcias, it was not the welcome I had wished for, but

guards

to the door with his hands in his pockets.

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