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….

his name

so did my heart. I felt the hair rise on the back of my neck as shivers

color slowly drained from his face. He dropped the gaming device to the table and stared straight

Fabio Garcia.

mentioned his name in this

my life. The man who destroyed all of

sensitive topic not even Luis, Nie,

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

not give her an answer as he was still trying to catch his breath. He was close to having

your spare time?” I smiled through my frustrations. Perhaps a change of subject would

talk about herself. “I enjoy making money–and I love going to shooting

with new ways to bring our product to the market, and when I see the numbers go up… it just does something to my adrenaline!”

she’s something else.

about going

I was younger, I used to join dad and watch him blow people’s brains out. She cut me off mid- sentence. “Why should I waste my time

the chair. I knew what

like our father.

can show him the proper way of running a business,”

were his

up with our father wasn’t traumatic enough, she just had to throw fuel on

a

He struggled to finish his sentence.

he still felt the need to get permission to leave the table. That was the kind of

you only

That was it.

It was not and would not be

I would continue to