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.

she was in, I was unsure whether she had gotten any sleep. Her eye bags were visible, but so was

her, taking the seat across

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

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

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

“Here you go.”

making a thin

choice of words last

was all a

was glad she opened my eyes about Christian but regarding the necklace? I was pissed as it

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

that small thing called compassion, and

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

way.

read through the journals, just like you’ve instructed me to,” Aria said, her voice filled

watching her walk back to her seat.

to put together a

plenty of people. Why would we need to put together

you can’t trust people nowadays,” Aria huffed, pretending to wipe the sweat

she was the one saying this.

Christian at his own game, we’ll have to

talking,” I said, giving her my full attention.

Christian, should know we are the ones selling the weapons, and we don’t want anyone who will open their mouth

I nodded.

the weapons at the weekly auction, just like

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 the money-”

her work ethic. Aria was

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

was shocked by her ability to do so.

admit that she genuinely seemed to care about me. She knew I had nothing, I

I pitied her.

I really did.

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

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 raised her head again. “I want to show you that you are just as good,