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?”

with a normal conversation. Vince and I didn’t communicate, I didn’t even know his favorite color, and I was not the

Vince replaced his

Good job, Aria.

ask the

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

not end like

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

Serena, and Christian shot

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

Vince slammed his arm around me and circled my shoulder, for the

I looked at him and no words needed to be spoken.

for cleaning your own mess.

his message.

dancer-but I couldn’t pay for my education anymore

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

shared my secret, and it’s only fair

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

agree.” Vince laughed as all I could focus

you something?” I

really good and healthy relationship,” I told them my observation.

“What’s your secret?”

covered his mouth, laughing-Christian turned the other way, and

enemy, let someone hire one of Vince’s old

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

Time? Got it.

Vince’s childhood, admiring him

words were left while Vince

me the same. I wanted him to accept me, and yes-I was done fighting for his heart,

anymore.

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, pulled out a few praises here and there, and smiled whenever she got the chance to ease

of

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

a few seconds.

do this

my shoulder. Christian shot him a look, telling him to

His stare made my heart raise.

rightfully assuming there must’ve been

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

protect yourself because you don’t like the idea of me being around Vince.” She nudged Christian. “Right, Chris?”

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

sorry?” Christian words were directed to me, but his