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.

I was unsure whether she had gotten any

greeted her, taking the seat across

then she leaped out of her chair to pull me into a warm hug. “How

I answered, slightly pushing her away. After all the trouble she had caused, I didn’t know where she found the courage to

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

“Here you go.”

grabbed the necklace, making a thin

didn’t choose the right choice of words last night when I thanked her’ for stealing the

all a

regarding the necklace? I was pissed as it was once

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

that small thing called compassion, and

me the same way, but luckily I had enough people around me to

way.

her voice

her walk back to her

have to put together a

I shrugged. “We have plenty of people. Why would we need

nowadays,” Aria huffed, pretending to

the one saying this. She was one to

at his own game, we’ll have to recruit people who aren’t

I said, giving her my full

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

I nodded.

sell the weapons at the weekly auction, just like it’s written in the

“I have thought of some potential

admiring her work ethic. Aria

would work out or not, because I knew

seen her lead her people and was shocked by her ability to

She knew I had nothing, I had nothing to offer, and wouldn’t make the

I pitied her.

I really did.

reason. “I could divorce you after all of

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 than