His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 375

Vincenzo

“I thought you’d never ask.” Nico opened the dusty book, flipping through the pages. “Every 4th of the month, there is a secret and private auction held in a secret location.” He said. “The location changes monthly, and you can only get in through special invite.

“How did Fabio get in?”

“Your father went by the name of the peddle man.” Nico pulled a red devil mask from in between the book as a loud cackle escaped my lips. “He was well known and so heavily anticipated, they saved him for last.”

“So he really was a villain?” I grabbed the mask from Nico’s hand, waving it back and forth. Apparently, he took his job very seriously.

“These are the name of the associates and their phone numbers.” Nico ignored me, showing me a list. “Fabio used to call them from burner phones, made sure they couldn’t recognize his voice

With my finger. I scanned through the unfamiliar aliases and stopped at the name of the supposed supplier. “This man knew his identity-didn’t he?” I tapped the paper.

“He did. Nico confirmed. “His name is Marco. He’s a trustworthy man who could take a secret to the grave. He contacted me because he hadn’t heard anything from Fabio in years-and that’s when you crossed my mind.”

“What did you say?”

“That he’s dead…an unfortunate accident.”

“What did he say?”

“That’s he’s not surprised. Nico smiled softly. “I told Marco about his son who is made for greater success, and he told me to tell him to visit.” He shared. “Marco is a busy man, an intelligent man, so he moves around different countries in South America-but as soon as I’ll inform him you’ll be taking over the duties of the peddle man-”

“Wait, no, no, no!” I hurried away from the table, not liking where this was going. “I’ll be destroying those weapons at once, and I will not participate in Fabio’s nonsense.”

Nico went silent before a chuckle left his mouth.

“I’ve heard the Garcia’s reputation has been stumbling so bad-you had no choice but to marry the Morales girl.”

He was not beating around the bush.

“I live comfortably, and I married her for a good reason. Thank you for your concern.”

sighed. “You shouldn’t rely on your wife. She should be relying on you.” He

her?”

I done for her?” My lips twitched as I smiled uncomfortably. I

and blamed her for everything. Aria was not an angel, and I still believed for

Garcias. Instead of motivating myself in order not to go through with the engagement, I made several scenarios in my head, pretending I didn’t want to marry her

wife and gave her

no idea when that will end, but selling through the black market and referring the buyers, those big names, to the Garcias could gain your power and

uncle about this?” I changed the subject, still not wanting to participate in this. It was too dangerous, too risky, and I did not want to be like

be struggling to maintain their status, and you would’ve not had

room with laughter. Had uncle known about this, those weapons would’ve been back on the black market in no time. Uncle Bruno was like Fabio minus the overly crazy

himself. “I gave you the information and the books, I’ll

my decision,” I told him.

only keeping you close to keep an eye on

feuds, Christian and I had grown up together, and Beau had been a close friend before we knew he was an Alfonzo.

“He’ll give you the same look your father gave

if he was

her hatred for Serena, Christian revealed this dominant vibe as if we were below

and I also believed she owed her an apology, but thinking about it-something about his commanding words and that

was he to give my wife an order,

not

Christian, who left

go to end Fabio’s life, and I did it to

Serena was still alive and planned on killing the

before Christian ended Fabio’s life, Fabio shot both

out my hand to him-he stepped back, looked me in the eye, apologized, and moved to his brother, who had a

friend would

Christian trying to overpower everyone was not something new, and he also used to do it when we

chair, forcing the older man to do the same. “I won’t be following in my father’s footsteps. I hope you’ll respect my decision-but I