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.”

not 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

ignored her, treated her like shit-showed zero appreciation towards her, and blamed her for everything. Aria was not an angel, and I still believed

the 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

off my wife and gave her nothing in return

you this far, and you have 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 respect.

changed the subject, still not wanting to participate in this. It was too dangerous, too risky, and

known, the Garcias wouldn’t be struggling to maintain their status, and you would’ve not

back on the black market in no time. Uncle Bruno was like Fabio

your decision to make, boy.” Nico recovered himself. “I gave you the information and the books, I’ll be leaving the country soon,

made my decision,” I

his tongue. “How long will it take 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

time. Despite the family feuds, Christian and I had grown up together, and Beau had been a close friend

head. “He’ll give you the same

he was right?

Christian revealed this

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

to give my wife an order, and why the

not

see was Christian, who left me on the cold

Fabio’s life, and I did

Serena was still alive and planned

life, Fabio shot both me and

and afraid of dying alone, I reached out my hand to him-he stepped back, looked me in the eye, apologized,

would do

something new, and he also used to do it when we were children. That was just Christian.

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