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?”

was a small detail that could’ve been covered with a normal conversation. Vince and I didn’t communicate, I didn’t even know his favorite

his

Good job, Aria.

always ask the

Not only was I crashing their lunch, but I

could not end like

on joining the circus, but my dad threatened to cut me off, and I haven’t spoken about it

Serena, and Christian shot

at juggling?” I spoke shyly, regretting my whole existence. Why

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

at me, I looked at him and no words needed to be

for cleaning your

his

anymore and ended up…

had all turned to Christian, waiting for him to reveal his secret. “Oh, me?” He scratched his neck. “I don’t know anything

secret, and it’s only fair for you to

“I hope my children don’t turn out like me, but Serena.” He kissed

knows that, and we all agree.” Vince laughed as

I ask you

good and healthy relationship,” I told

“What’s your secret?”

turned the other way, and Serena dropped her fork.

an enemy, let someone hire one of Vince’s old flings and make

Christian placed his hand over Serena’s

Time? Got it.

lunch, Christian shared many stories about Vince’s childhood, admiring him for his

words were left while Vince remained humble and begged h

same. I wanted him to accept me, and yes-I was done fighting

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 and there, and smiled whenever she

wasn’t worthy of

said some things

a few seconds.

this any

shoulder. Christian shot him a look, telling

you say?” His stare made my heart raise.

did you call me?” Serena jumped in, rightfully assuming there must’ve been something said about her.

said Vince called me a nuisance. The words slipped from my mouth. “And then I was like ‘who, me or your stripper sister?’ and then he looked like he was about to kill

you felt the need to protect yourself because you

Looking back and forth between the two, 1 could tell they were communicating in their

words were directed to