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?”

and I didn’t communicate, I didn’t even know his favorite color, and I was not the problem here.

his nervous laughter with a weak smile.

Good job, Aria.

the right questions.

our metal forks. Not only was I crashing their lunch, but I had also ruined it by

end like this.

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

and Christian shot me strange

I spoke shyly, regretting my whole existence. Why couldn’t I communicate

burst into sudden laughter made me feel at ease. Vince slammed his arm around me and circled my shoulder, for the first time

looked at him and

you for cleaning your

his

for my education anymore and ended up… dancing

reveal his secret. “Oh, me?”

shared my secret, and it’s only fair for you to share yours.”

turn out like me, but Serena.”

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

you something?”

of you seem to have a really good and healthy

“What’s your secret?”

his mouth, laughing-Christian turned the other way, and

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

hand over Serena’s mouth, grabbing all of our

Time? Got it.

shared many stories about Vince’s childhood,

friend until no more words were left while Vince remained humble and begged h

was nice to hear these stories, but deep down, all I wanted 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

anymore.

she tried to include me in

of

with your brother, Beau, and said some things I shouldn’t have.” I gulped, closing my eyes for

a few seconds.

do this any longer.

shot him a look, telling

His stare made

in, rightfully assuming

slipped from my mouth. “And then I was like ‘who, me or your stripper sister?’ and then he looked like he was

to protect yourself

at Vince. Looking back and forth between the two, 1 could tell they were communicating in their own little language and

sorry?” Christian words were directed to me, but his eyes stuck