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.

at the state she was in, I was unsure whether she had gotten any sleep. Her eye bags

greeted her, taking the seat across from her.

her chair to pull me into

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

the morning.” She pointed out, reaching for

“Here you go.”

I grabbed the necklace, making a thin line with my lips.

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

was all a misunderstanding.

Christian but regarding the necklace? I was pissed as it was once again proof of her immature behavior.

yet I couldn’t help but pity her because I knew she didn’t know any better.

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

me the same way, but luckily I had enough people around me to know that was not

way.

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

I replied, watching her walk back to her seat. “So,

together a new

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

can’t trust people nowadays,” Aria huffed, pretending to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

one saying this. She

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

I said, giving her my

the black market. No one, especially Christian, should know we are the ones selling the weapons, and we don’t want anyone who will open their

I nodded.

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

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

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

wasn’t worried about whether it would work out or not,

and was shocked by her ability to do

seemed to care about me. She knew I had nothing, I had nothing to offer, and wouldn’t make the best husband-but she was so set on

I pitied her.

I really did.

divorce you after all of this,

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 raised her head again. “I want to show you that you are just as good, if not better than the Lambertis-and I will do that.”