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?”

small detail that could’ve been covered with a normal conversation. Vince and I didn’t communicate, I didn’t even know his favorite color, and I

his nervous laughter with a weak

Good job, Aria.

the

Not only was I crashing their lunch, but I had also ruined it by

not 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

and Christian shot

my whole existence. Why couldn’t I communicate

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

me, I looked at him

for cleaning your own

his message.

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

to reveal his secret. “Oh, me?” He

shared my secret, and

that case.” Christian began. “I hope my children don’t turn out like me, but Serena.”

we all agree.” Vince laughed as

ask you something?” I

two of you seem to have a really good and healthy relationship,” I told them my observation.

“What’s your secret?”

way,

enemy, let someone hire one of Vince’s old flings and make her

takes time.” Christian placed his hand over Serena’s mouth,

Time? Got it.

shared many stories about Vince’s childhood, admiring

more words were left while Vince remained

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

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 in every conversation,

of

got into it with your brother, Beau, and said some things I shouldn’t

a few seconds.

this any longer.

a look, telling him to let me

say?” His stare made my

in, rightfully assuming

like ‘who, me or your stripper sister?’ and

worry about it.” Serena shrugged her shoulders. “I guess you felt the need to protect yourself because you don’t like the idea of me being around Vince.” She nudged Christian. “Right, Chris?”

Looking back and forth between the two, 1 could tell they were communicating in their own little language and wondered what it was about

directed to me, but his eyes stuck on