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?”

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 here. He was the one avoiding

lucky.” Vince replaced his nervous laughter

Good job, Aria.

always ask the

metal forks. Not only was I crashing their lunch, but I had also

end

threatened to cut me off, and

Serena, and Christian shot me strange looks.

at juggling?” I spoke shyly, regretting my whole existence. Why couldn’t I communicate like a

burst into sudden laughter made me feel at ease. Vince slammed his arm around me

him

cleaning your

his

wanted to be a professional dancer-but I couldn’t pay for my education anymore and ended

his secret. “Oh, me?” He scratched his neck.

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

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

Vince laughed as all

you something?” I

good and

“What’s your secret?”

the other way, and Serena dropped her fork.

“Get pregnant, search 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

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

Time? Got it.

childhood, admiring him for

left while Vince remained humble and

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

anymore.

at the table of the woman I had attacked for no simple reason felt like a sin. Seeing how hard she tried to include me

of their kindness.

said some things

a few seconds.

this any

Christian shot him a

you say?” His stare made my heart

me?” Serena jumped in, rightfully assuming

like ‘who, me or your stripper sister?’ and then he looked like he was about to

done that-don’t worry about it.” Serena shrugged her shoulders. “I guess you felt the need to protect

squinting his eyes as he stared at Vince. Looking back and forth between the two, 1 could tell they were communicating in their own little language and wondered what

words were directed to me,