His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 369

Chapter 369

Vincenzo

The three of us sat silently around the table: me, Joe Coreo, and his tempered daughter, who had thrown a

cake at me.

I had invited them over to talk, but it was really bothering Morales. Showing family they were not the boss over me was a priority, especially after that stunt Aria had pulled yesterday.

The second she mentioned my father, something inside me snapped, yet I remained calm. Making a fuss would make me look like the crazy one, and the Garcias desperately tried to remove that image.

Unlike Aria, I was willing to fight my battles and did not need guidance from someone like Angelo Marino.

All that crap about how I should be grateful to receive her hand in marriage was bull that had undoubtedly come from his mouth. It sounded like something a Marino would say, and all of them were the same. There was no exception.

I should’ve punched him yesterday, something to show him not to cross me-but I didnt to lose control and become like my father.

Angelo and I were playing two different leagues. He was just ‘one of many grand

who held no power-while I was about to become the head of two families.

Fighting the weak would make me look pathetic.

Instead, I would use my voice to fight for the weak and ensure these innocent families-such Correos-would not get bullied under my watch.

As for Aria?

I had visited her home, feeling nothing but hatred, and left, feeling sorry for her. She was a string puppet who did not know any better. It was as clear as crystal that whenever someone fed her their wrong opinion, she would do a right-click, save’ and wait for the right moment to use it.

Luckily, it was not too late to fix her, and I would be the one to do that for her.

“I want to apologize for my daughter’s actions.” Joe spoke for the first time, clearing his throat.

He nudged the angry-looking woman next to him, encouraging her to apologize. An apology wouldn’t fix anything; a cake in my face was the least of my concerns.

At the moment, it was Aria and our marriage. Repairing her malfunctioning brain would take some time.

“I’m sorry,” Livia’s eyes bored into mine.

I had not forgotten her name. How could I?

she carried herself had managed to bring a

person and I could see right through her.

that Emmy-worthy look hid a warm person, tired and stressed-but still looking out for her family. If anyone could relate to her, it had

her to watch herself. Not everyone would be as unbothered as me, and getting into it with the wrong

you’re so full of

out his daughter’s

energy to get into it. “I must admit,

gently placed it on the table. “But I didn’t invite you over to make you apologize,” I explained.

and opened it to look at the cash. “I-I can’t believe this!” The

head. “Dad,

These people?

cash back into my hands. “I’m sorry, but

wanted it just as badly as I

He needed it.

“It’s yours.”

said we don’t

“Take it!”

long would she stick to this

“It’s an order.”

Livia said, disgusted. “Who does he think he

an order!” I took back the words, which sounded like something my friend, Christian Lamberti,

and before I could even blink, the envelope was back into his grip. “How can I ever repay you?” The man

swallowed his pride and was able to accept the money must’ve meant this man had gone through a

ashamed to

collecting information about the Coreo, I

several wealthy families, capable of getting anyone accepted to

universities.

seeing his horrendous grades, I knew he was in need of a tutor, and I was willing to give him

and brains.” Joe smiled proudly, praising his

“I’ve been thinking about homeschooling my

a tutor

you right here.” Livia sighed, brushing her hair with her fingers. “It’s not going to work, and

to take. It wasn’t my meaning to scare people away. “Don’t worry about it.”

is indeed not like his father or Oscar. He

was my only wish.

man, and I sure didn’t want to be like

do happen to change your mind- please give me a call,” I said. “And whatever you’re

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