His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 361

Vincenzo

I felt like jumping from a bridge. No, I was not exaggerating.

Two days had passed since that hideous birthday party, and there were only five more days left until I would be a married man.

Aria Morales had humiliated me, manipulated me, and would stop at the cost of nothing to get what she wanted.

Several hours before the party, I had texted Beau for his assistance. I gave him straightforward instructions to somehow manipulate the engagement, and he couldn’t do it.

Whatever he had done had backfired entirely and made the situation even worse.

I tensed at the feeling of a soft touch stroking up and down my arm. “You’re finally awake.” A female voice spoke. “What’s on your mind, babe?”

Babe?

Completely baffled, I turned to the half-naked brunette beside me as yesterday’s events slowly returned to my brains.

I didn’t know her name, couldn’t recognize or remember her. I just knew she was there when I was at my most vulnerable.

Just as the one before her and the one before that and so on.

“Looks like it, babe.” I narrowed my eyes, trying to imagine my married life-but I couldn’t. As charming as others made me, I was just not a passionate lover and could not see myself in a long-term relationship.

This one is worse than Isobel.”

All I have to say is I’ll keep you in my prayers.”

Those were Beau’s words after he had sabotaged my perfect plan to end the engagement. His ex-fiancee, Isobel Sala, wasn’t a saint in anyone’s books, so that statement only added to my worries.

Christian claimed Aria was a polite girl with a good heart, but he wasn’t exactly a saint either. One might say the old Christian was the male version of the current Aria.

Besides, he had only said those words because Beau refused to tell him how she dared disrespect Serena.

I admit, Christian would’ve probably started a war with the Morales and the Garcias, but I didn’t care.

She should’ve never brought up Serena, and I would never forgive her for that.

I would rather cat shit than show any kind of affection to Aria and especially not after she brought up Serena’s past. The one thing she’s most insecure about.

“Just tell me what’s on your mind, babe?” The brunette leaned her elbows on my chest to face me, allowing me to smell the strong scent of liquor that left her breath.

I cringed at the word, babe-and slightly pushed her off to grab my wallet from my nightstand. “So.” I

sighed, opening the brown billfold as I pulled out several 100-dollar bills.

woman’s bra, stuffing it with the money. It

a prostitute!” She raised her voice to a high-pitched tone but ended up stuffing the bills further into her bra

leaned back as the woman put on her remaining clothes. “You can just tell my

offer, but you don’t

I said. “I’m the one who brought you here,

so nice

Nice?

had remembered my name while I could not even remember

I waited until the woman had

the wedding and the fate of the

and his plans to unite both of our families came as a shock to all the Garcias.

quite at ease, knowing they would not suffer under this.

help us gain respect, but

all

give a shit and had even missed

even the oldest, so

reading Aria’s name on my phone screen. She had been blowing up my phone with texts, asking me

Aria:

Five days

Vince:

Looking forward.

dry, just like our future marriage.

told myself if I did have to marry her, I would divorce her after restoring

an option after

we were

what she was doing, was aware of the power she possessed and used it to her advantage. She was obsessed

specifically the first

reason to. He would only stop by once in a while to check if the strings of his

entered the living with his gaming device in his hands as usual. At times I missed the old days when he would call out my name and hug my legs, telling

him. “What

that woman who left the house a while back?” Luis asked,

“Just someone.”

even know her

I could’ve just lied to him and called out a random name, but Luis and I weren’t like that. We had always been honest with

a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “You’re setting such a good

hide from my brother’s humiliation, I would’ve done it. “Can’t argue with that.” I

the room with his hands behind his back

can also hire

the fun in that?”

was possible, but that was not how I wanted to run my business. It only brought back dark memories of my late father, who abused his power in any way he could. If his personality was some kind of curse in the family, all I could hope for was for it to pass my

“A well-behaved

perfect housewife, and women like that weren’t even my type. I was into regular women whose father was not controlling them-someone with an easy

a hug and ruffled my hand through his hair. “That thing she did at dinner? I’m so sorry I put you through that.”

“I’m not a