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?”

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

wasn’t that lucky.” Vince replaced his nervous laughter

Good job, Aria.

always ask the

was an awkward silence, with the only sound being one of our metal forks. Not only was I crashing their lunch, but

end

planned on joining the circus, but my dad threatened to cut me off, and I haven’t spoken about it ever

and Christian shot me

spoke shyly, regretting my whole existence. Why couldn’t I communicate

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

at him

you for cleaning your own mess.

his

a professional dancer-but I couldn’t pay for my education anymore and ended up… dancing elsewhere.” Serena laughed, referring to the strip

waiting for him to reveal his secret. “Oh, me?” He scratched his neck. “I don’t know

my secret, and it’s only fair for

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

that, and we all agree.” Vince laughed as all I could focus on was the affectionate couple.

ask you something?”

two of you seem to have a really good and healthy relationship,”

“What’s your secret?”

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

She began. “Get pregnant, search for an enemy, let someone hire one of Vince’s old flings and make her

over Serena’s mouth, grabbing all of

Time? Got it.

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

words were left while Vince remained humble and begged h

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 mean I didn’t like

anymore.

reason felt like a sin. Seeing how hard she tried to include me

worthy of their kindness.

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

a few seconds.

this

a look, telling him to let me speak.

say?” His stare made my heart

me?” Serena jumped in, rightfully

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

the need to protect yourself because

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