His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 385

Vincenzo

Fabio High School Diary 3-

I said it would happen, and it did.

Yesterday, father told me that after graduation, I was to marry the transfer student-Snooper.

I had no say in any of this, and all of it has already been decided. She’s not a good person.

Now I don’t feel like writing anymore…

I let out an unexpected sound of laughter, reading through Fabio’s old journal. To think that he had once been just like any other teen, dealing with parental pressure and decision he didn’t want to make, was quite amusing.

To think that the same man who hadn’t cracked a laugh with me before his passing, turned out to be such a comedian, made it all even funner.

The woman he had mentioned, Snooper, somehow intrigued me, as she reminded me of Aria.

Someone who would stop at the cost of nothing, to get her way.

As far as I was concerned, Mom was Fabio’s first wife, which made me curious about how that woman was doing at the moment. She had surely dodged a bullet.

One I couldn’t avoid.

Literally.

I closed the diary, leaning back in my chair, and let my mind wander back to the events of that day.

The day Fabio shot me because I chose Christian over him, only to get stabbed in the back by him-just like he had warned me.

Even back then, I learned that Christian only went back to save me because Serena told him so. Had it not been for her, he would’ve let me die-just like that.

He didn’t value our friendship.

He never had, and the altercation at the warehouse proved my point.

After gathering my thoughts, I headed downstairs when I saw Aria sitting at the kitchen table as if she had been waiting for me.

gotten any sleep. Her eye bags were visible, but so was

taking the

her chair to pull me into a

had caused, I didn’t know where she found the courage to wrap her arms around

went to the warehouse and grabbed the necklace first thing in the morning.” She pointed out, reaching

“Here you go.”

go.” I grabbed the necklace, making a thin line

choice of words last night when I thanked

all

but regarding the necklace? I was pissed as it was once

couldn’t help but pity her because I

and it wasn’t her. It was her

luckily I had enough people around me to know that was

way.

instructed me to,” Aria said, her voice filled

watching her walk back to her seat.

put together

people. Why would

people nowadays,” Aria huffed, pretending to wipe

this. She was

to beat Christian at his own game, we’ll have to recruit people who aren’t afraid of

giving her my

black market. No one, especially Christian, should know we are the ones selling the weapons, and we don’t want anyone

I nodded.

team, we should sell the weapons at the weekly auction,

a bag, scattering them on the table. “I have thought of some potential candidates, as

really don’t let the grass grow under your feet, do you?” I chuckled, admiring her work ethic. Aria was dense when she wanted to be, and

would work out

her lead her people and was shocked

she genuinely seemed to care about me. She knew I had nothing, I had nothing to offer, and wouldn’t make the best

I pitied her.

I really did.

the subject, curious about her reason. “I could divorce you after all of this, you know that-and you’re

that many times, but then I came to the realization that I just want you to be happy, Vince.” She raised her head again. “I want to show you that you are just as good, if not better