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.”

just about you.” Nico sighed. “You shouldn’t rely on your wife. She

her?”

I done for her?” My lips twitched as I smiled uncomfortably. I felt ashamed, humiliated- because I

everything. Aria was not an angel, and I still believed for her to be responsible-but

way to protect the Garcias. Instead of motivating myself in order not to go through with the engagement, I made several scenarios in my head, pretending I

and gave her nothing

idea when that will end, but selling through the black market and referring the buyers,

wanting to participate in this. It was too dangerous, too

laughed. “Had he known, the Garcias wouldn’t be struggling to maintain their status, and you would’ve

back on the black market in

books, I’ll be leaving the country soon, and I had to pass

my decision,” I told him. “I’ll destroy them-

before you realize the Lambertis and the Alfonzos are only keeping you close to keep an eye on you?” He stated. “After they fell off with your father, they

my friends for a long time. Despite the family feuds, Christian and I had grown up together, and Beau had been a close friend before we knew he was an

my head. “He’ll give you the same look your father gave me. He’ll

he

for Serena, Christian revealed this dominant vibe as if

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

order,

Vincenzo-that’s not it.

see was Christian, who left me on the cold ground to die after Fabio had shot

Fabio’s life, and I did it

was still alive and planned

Christian ended Fabio’s life, Fabio shot both

unbearable pain and afraid of dying alone, I reached out my hand to him-he stepped back, looked me in the eye, apologized, and moved to his brother, who had a

friend would do

erase every bad thought. Christian trying to overpower everyone was not something new, and he also used to do it

do the same. “I won’t be following in my father’s footsteps. I