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.

had gotten any sleep. Her eye bags

greeted her, taking the seat across

out of her chair to pull me

all the trouble she had caused, I didn’t

to the warehouse and grabbed the necklace first thing in the

“Here you go.”

go.” I grabbed the necklace, making a

of words last night when I thanked her’ for stealing the necklace.

all

my eyes about Christian but regarding the necklace? I was pissed as it was once

to my stomach, yet I couldn’t help but pity her

thing called compassion, and

luckily I had enough people around me to know that

way.

to,” Aria said, her voice filled with excitement. “And I think

her walk back to her seat. “So, what’s

put together a new

Why would we need to

Aria huffed, pretending to wipe

one saying this. She was

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

giving her my

of course want to remain anonymous on the black market. No one, especially Christian, should know we are the ones selling the weapons, and

I nodded.

this team, we should sell the weapons at the weekly auction, just like it’s

pulled out a collection of notes from a bag, scattering them on the table. “I have thought of some potential candidates, as well as trying to come up with the right idea

her work ethic. Aria was dense when she wanted to be, and

it would work out or not, because I

and was

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.

doing this?” I changed the subject, curious about her reason. “I could divorce you after all of this,

about 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