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

greeted her, taking the seat across from

her chair to pull me into a warm

the trouble she had caused, I didn’t know where she found the courage to

grabbed the necklace first thing in the morning.” She pointed out, reaching for the small object

“Here you go.”

I grabbed the necklace, making a thin line with

choose the right choice of words last night when I thanked her’ for stealing the

all a misunderstanding.

necklace? I was pissed as it was

stomach, yet I couldn’t help but pity her because I

that small thing called compassion, and it wasn’t her.

way, but luckily I had enough people around me to know

way.

said, her voice filled with excitement. “And

to her seat. “So, what’s this big plan

put together a new

team?” I shrugged. “We have plenty of people. Why would we need to put

pretending to wipe the sweat from her

she was the one saying this. She was

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

said, giving her

market. No one, especially Christian, should know we are the ones selling

I nodded.

should sell the weapons at the weekly auction, just like

Aria 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 to launder

you?” I chuckled, admiring her work ethic. Aria was dense when she wanted to be, and

it would work out or not, because I knew we would succeed.

lead her people and was shocked by her ability to do so.

me. She knew I had

I pitied her.

I really did.

“I could divorce you after all of this, you know that-and you’re still doing

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