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 even know his favorite color, and I was not the problem here. He was the

his nervous laughter with

Good job, Aria.

ask the

the only sound being one of our metal forks. Not only was

could not end like

threatened to cut me off, and I haven’t spoken about it

and Christian shot me strange looks.

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

arm around me and circled

at him and no words needed to be spoken.

for cleaning your own

was his message.

couldn’t pay for my education anymore and ended up… dancing

him to reveal his secret.

and

children don’t turn out like me, but Serena.” He kissed her cheek, making her blush.

and we all agree.” Vince laughed as all I

ask you something?” I

have a really good and healthy relationship,”

“What’s your secret?”

covered his mouth, laughing-Christian turned the other way, and Serena dropped her fork.

hire one of Vince’s old flings and make her his

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

Time? Got it.

Vince’s childhood, admiring him for his good and honest

his friend until no more words were left while Vince

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 didn’t

anymore.

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

of their kindness.

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

a few seconds.

couldn’t do this any

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

say?” His stare made my

me?” Serena jumped in, rightfully assuming there must’ve been something

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

Serena shrugged her shoulders. “I guess you felt the need to protect yourself because

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

Christian words were directed to me,