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?”

conversation. Vince and I didn’t communicate, I didn’t even know his favorite

Vince replaced his

Good job, Aria.

the

was an awkward silence, with the only sound being one of our metal forks. Not only was

end like

cut me off, and I haven’t spoken about

Serena, and Christian shot me

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

his arm

me, I looked at him and no words needed to be

you for cleaning your own

his message.

I couldn’t pay for my education anymore

him to reveal his secret. “Oh,

secret, and it’s only fair

out like me, but Serena.”

Vince laughed

ask you something?” I asked.

a really good and healthy relationship,” I

“What’s your secret?”

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

old flings and make her his assistant.” She

over Serena’s mouth, grabbing all

Time? Got it.

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

words were left while

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

anymore.

had attacked for no simple reason felt like a sin. Seeing how 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 kindness.

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

a few seconds.

do this any longer.

Vince nudged my shoulder. Christian shot him a look,

stare made

you call me?” Serena jumped in, rightfully

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

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

zoned out, 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 it was about

feel sorry?” Christian words were directed to