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

the back of my neck as shivers went through my

his face. He dropped the gaming device to the table and stared straight ahead as Aria, who didn’t know the impact of

Fabio Garcia.

mentioned his name in this house.

to take my life. The man who destroyed

a sensitive topic not even Luis, Nie, and I had

one dared say his name, so how could this random woman walk into our home and mention him like it’s nothing?

Aria pointed her fork to my

was close to having a panic attack, and

do in your spare time?” I smiled through my

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

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

she’s something else.

“But how about going to the movies or

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 going to the movies-when

and pushed back the chair.

sounded just like our father.

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

his

shaking his head. As if growing up with our father wasn’t traumatic enough, she just had to throw fuel on

a

He struggled to finish

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

together. “But you only took a few bites—”

That was it.

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

would continue to do so in my way.