His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 372

“Eat as much as you can.” Christian spoke, sitting at the table. “Serena didn’t touch anything-so we’ll live.”

The three laughed, and I felt left out because I couldn’t understand the joke. Maybe this was karma for inviting myself to a lunch I wasn’t even invited to,

“I can’t cook. I can’t even boil an egg. It’s tragic.” Serena tapped my arm, explaining. “Christian made everything.”

“Everything?” I questioned, wondering how he even found the time. The table was filled with bread. pastries, meat, salad, and everything one could think of

“Yes, he baked the breath and everything. Serena praised her husband, rolling her eyes seductively. By the looks of it, Christian was someone who liked to get stuff done.

“What about all those maids?” My words came off as rude-a reminder to myself why I had to keep my

mouth shut.

“Personally, I think eating a homemade meal feels more sincere,” Christian explained, not feeling offended. “Do you cook, Aria?”

“Yes, I love cooking.” The first two days, I went full out to cook a nice dinner for Vince and Luis-but they didn’t seem to care. The two did whatever and returned home late, going their separate ways.

I was hesitant to confront him, but the streets were dangerous-he knew it as best, and someone as young as Luis shouldn’t be alone.

“She’s a great cook.” For once, Vince had something good to say about me.

“Do you hear that, Siena? Next time we’re eating at uncle Vince’s place.” Serena called out to the kids’ table, where Siena and Lucio were seated.

“Yes!” Siena cheered excitedly as the state of my restless mind was already in disaster, hoping it was nothing more than an innocent joke.

My family had yet to receive an invite because I didn’t want them to see me miserable. No one was allowed to come over and say, ‘I told you so.”

Not in my books.

“Have you already made her something, Vince?” Christian asked.

Shocked, I turned to Vince, smiling nervously as he had managed to escape from my eyes. Having someone you cared about cook a homemade meal was a big gesture, one I hadn’t received from my

parents.

“No, he hasn’t” I played with my fork, losing my appetite. I sensed Vince was a man who could be romantic if he wanted to-but I was not good enough to receive that treatment.

“At one point, he went to culinary school and said he would open his own restaurant.” Christian continued, not noticing Vince would rather have him change the subject.

“Oh-why didn’t you?” I questioned, trying to find out a bit more about my husband. “Did your dad not

allow it?”

covered with a normal conversation. Vince and I didn’t communicate, I didn’t even know his favorite color, and I was not the

Vince replaced his nervous laughter with

Good job, Aria.

ask the right questions.

the only sound being one of our metal forks. Not only was I crashing their lunch,

could not end

the circus, but my dad threatened to cut me off, and I haven’t spoken about it ever since.” I tried recovering the

shot me

regretting my whole existence. Why couldn’t I

Vince slammed his arm around me and circled my shoulder, for the

me, I looked at him

cleaning your

was his message.

my education anymore and ended up… dancing elsewhere.” Serena laughed, referring to the strip

secret. “Oh,

secret, and it’s only fair for you to

Christian began. “I hope my children don’t turn out like me, but Serena.” He kissed her cheek, making

we all agree.” Vince laughed as all I could focus on was the affectionate

I ask you

to have a really good and healthy relationship,” I told them my observation.

“What’s your secret?”

turned the other way, and Serena dropped her fork. rubbing her

“Get pregnant, search for an enemy, let someone hire one of Vince’s old flings and make her his assistant.”

it takes time.” Christian placed his hand over Serena’s mouth, grabbing all of

Time? Got it.

many stories about Vince’s childhood, admiring him for his good and

were left while Vince remained

was for him to treat me the same. I wanted him to accept me, and yes-I was done fighting for his heart, but that didn’t mean I didn’t like

anymore.

had attacked for no simple reason felt like a sin. Seeing how hard she tried to include me in every conversation, pulled out a few praises here

of their

some

a few seconds.

couldn’t do this

Christian shot him a look, telling

you say?” His stare made

jumped in, rightfully assuming there must’ve been

called me a nuisance. The words slipped from my mouth. “And then I was like ‘who, me or your stripper sister?’ and

shrugged her shoulders. “I guess you felt the need to protect yourself because you don’t like the idea

forth between the two, 1 could tell they were communicating in their own little language and wondered

feel sorry?” Christian words were directed to me,