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

greeted her, taking the seat across from her.

to pull me into

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

the warehouse and grabbed the 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

the right choice of words last

all

but regarding the necklace? I was pissed as it

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

called compassion, and it wasn’t her. It was her

but luckily I had enough people around me

way.

journals, just like you’ve instructed me to,” Aria said, her

walk back to her seat.

put together

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

Aria huffed, pretending to wipe

the one saying this. She was one to

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

said, giving her

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

I nodded.

the weapons at the weekly auction, just like it’s written in the journals.”

have thought of some potential candidates,

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 smart

whether it would work out or

her people and was shocked

also had to admit that she genuinely seemed to care about me. She knew I had nothing, I had nothing to offer, and wouldn’t make the best husband-but

I pitied her.

I really did.

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

Aria blushed, looking down. “I’ve thought about that many times, but then I came to the realization that I just want you to be happy, Vince.” She