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 sleep. Her eye bags were visible,

I greeted her, taking the

out of her chair to pull me into a warm

caused, I didn’t know where

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

“Here you go.”

making a thin line

words last night when I thanked

all a misunderstanding.

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

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

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

I had enough people around me to

way.

Aria said, her voice filled with excitement. “And I

walk back to her seat. “So,

together a new

“We have plenty of people. Why would we need to put together

people nowadays,” Aria huffed, pretending to wipe the sweat from

one saying this. She was one to

Christian at his own game, we’ll have to recruit

giving her my full attention.

remain anonymous on the black market. No one, especially Christian, should know we are

I nodded.

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

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

don’t let the grass grow under your feet, do you?” I chuckled, admiring her work ethic. Aria was dense

work out or not, because I knew

people and was shocked by her ability to do so.

seemed to care about me. She knew I had nothing, I had nothing

I pitied her.

I really did.

“I could divorce you after all of this, you know that-and

happy, Vince.” She raised her head again. “I want to show you that you are just as good, if not better