His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 357

Vincenzo

“So.” I sat down, rubbing my hands. She would be living here with us, whether we liked it or not-sol didn’t want to create an awkward atmosphere. “Looking good.”

Aria, who seemed to have forgotten all about Luis’ behavior, nodded her head. “It tastes even better. Dig in!” She spoke proudly.

Luis lifted his head to look at Aria. “We usually say grace-

“Hmm, that’s delicious!” Aria spoke over him, munching her homemade pasta.

Luis wasn’t wrong. We did have a tradition of thanking God and Jesus for not only the food on our table but our lives as well.

“Or never mind, just continue whatever you were doing.” Luis mumbled, annoyed. His response surprised me. Everyone knew Luis as a kind kid who could even get along with a fly.

Whatever it toas, he clearly wasn’t feeling Aria.

Luis and I shared a look as we took a bite of our pasta.

Judging by the way Aria stuffed her face, I could tell the girl felt no shame whatsoever. She was an overly confident person who lived her life pretending to be all high and mighty.

It seemed like the rumors were true after all.

“So you’re the computer nerd?” Aria spoke after a while.

Luis swallowed his food. “I’m sorry?”

“You like playing games, don’t you?”

He grew a big smile. “Yes, I do. Do you play-

“Do you still got time left for your schoolwork?”

“Yes, I do. Thanks for your concerns.” Luis spoke sarcastically as the previous smile had vanished from his lips. So now she wanted to involve herself in his education as well?

“No problem. That’s what I’m here for.” Aria spoke, failing to hear the sarcasm. “My family and I are here to fix the mess your dad left you in.” She shrugged. “Fabio Garcia, isn’t it?”

That name….

let his name slide so

felt the hair rise on the back of my neck as shivers went through my body, but I couldn’t allow myself to crumble. I couldn’t show my

face. He dropped the gaming device to

Fabio Garcia.

his name

to take my life. The man who destroyed all of our

not even Luis, Nie, and I

say his name, so how could this random woman walk into our home and mention

fork to my brother. “I suppose you’re also

breath. He was close to having

to do in your spare time?” I smiled through my frustrations. Perhaps a change of

to talk about herself. “I enjoy making money–and I love going to shooting ranges, staying fit-going to the gym.

bring our product to the market, and when I see the numbers go

something

see. I frowned. “But how about going to the movies or something

She cut me off mid-

from his seat and pushed back the chair. I knew what he was

like our

entertain your brother when you can show him the proper way of running a

were his

with our father wasn’t traumatic enough,

a

please be excused?” He struggled to finish his

good kid that he still felt the need to get permission to leave the table. That was the kind of person

pressed her lips together. “But you only took a few

That was it.

I gave my permission. It was not and would not be her place to raise my

I would continue to do so in my way.