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.

bra, stuffing it with the money. It was time for her to get out of my sight.

“I’m not a prostitute!” She raised her voice to a high-pitched tone but ended up stuffing the bills further into her

woman put on her remaining clothes. “You can just tell my driver to take you back home,” I instructed her, receiving a grateful

the offer, but you don’t

here,

you, that’s so

Nice?

while I could not even remember her face. Nothing nice about

bit presentable, I waited until the woman had left and rushed to the bathroom to take a

would visit to talk about the

unite both of

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

him, I should be grateful as it would help us gain respect,

were all puppets.

didn’t give a shit and had even

it would’ve been to be my brother right now. I wasn’t even

blowing up my phone with texts, asking me to meet up-and I kept making excuses

Aria:

Five days

Vince:

Looking forward.

dry,

to marry her, I would

option after the

we were to

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

my mind off things, I cleaned the house, specifically the first floor, making sure not

the living room, so there was no reason to. He would only stop by once in a while to check if the strings of his puppets were still

his hands as usual. At times I missed the old days when he would call

“What are

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

“Just someone.”

you even know her name?”

and called out a random name, but Luis and I weren’t like that. We had always been honest

hint of sarcasm in his

the floor and hide from my brother’s humiliation, I would’ve done

room with his hands behind

also hire a housekeeper.”

the fun in that?”

late father, who abused his power in any way he could. If his personality was some kind of

“A well-behaved and toxic idea of a perfect housewife-just as she was taught

housewife, and women like that weren’t even my type. I was into regular women whose

through his hair. “That thing she did at dinner? I’m so sorry I put you

said. “I’m not a kid anymore.”