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?”

I didn’t communicate, I didn’t even know his favorite color,

lucky.” Vince replaced his

Good job, Aria.

the right questions.

with the only sound being one of our metal forks. Not only was I crashing their lunch, but I had also ruined

end like this.

to cut me off, and I haven’t

Serena, and Christian shot

my whole existence. Why couldn’t I communicate like a normal

feel at ease. Vince slammed his arm around me and circled my shoulder, for the first time showing

me, I looked at him and

cleaning your own

his message.

my education anymore and ended up… dancing elsewhere.” Serena laughed,

had all turned to Christian, waiting for him to reveal his secret. “Oh, me?” He scratched

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

began. “I hope my children don’t turn out like

Vince laughed as all I could

I ask you

have a really good

“What’s your secret?”

mouth, laughing-Christian turned the other way, and Serena dropped her

for an enemy, let someone hire one of Vince’s old flings and make her his assistant.” She broke down her tips. “That’ll do the job.”

his hand over Serena’s mouth, grabbing all of our attention.

Time? Got it.

about Vince’s childhood, admiring him for his

were left while Vince remained

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

anymore.

me in every conversation, pulled

of their kindness.

Beau, and said some things I shouldn’t have.” I gulped,

a few seconds.

do this

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

say?” His stare made my

Serena jumped in, rightfully assuming there must’ve been something said about

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

to protect yourself because you don’t like the idea of me being around Vince.” She nudged Christian.

eyes as he stared at Vince. Looking back and forth between the two, 1 could tell they were communicating in

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