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?”

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

that lucky.” Vince replaced his nervous

Good job, Aria.

the right

being one of our metal forks. Not only was I crashing their lunch, but I had also ruined it by mentioning Fabio

end

the circus, but my dad threatened to cut me off, and I haven’t

Christian shot me

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

his arm

looked at me, I looked at him

for cleaning your own

was his message.

a professional dancer-but I couldn’t pay for my education anymore and ended up… dancing elsewhere.” Serena laughed, referring to

to reveal his secret. “Oh, me?” He scratched

nagged. “You shared my secret, and it’s only fair

don’t turn out like

and we all agree.” Vince laughed

you something?”

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

“What’s your secret?”

way, and Serena dropped

old flings and make her his assistant.” She broke down her tips. “That’ll do the

Christian placed his hand over Serena’s mouth,

Time? Got it.

stories about Vince’s childhood, admiring him for

left while Vince

deep down, all I wanted was for him to treat me the same. I wanted him to accept me, and yes-I was

anymore.

hard she tried to include me in every conversation, pulled out a few praises here and there, and smiled whenever she got the chance to ease

worthy of their

with your brother, Beau, and said some things

a few seconds.

this

my shoulder. Christian shot him a look, telling him to let me

say?” His stare made

did you call me?” Serena jumped in, rightfully assuming

then I was like ‘who, me or your

shoulders. “I guess you felt the need to protect yourself because you don’t like the idea of me being around Vince.” She

stared at Vince. Looking back and forth between the two, 1 could tell they

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