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.

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

greeted her, taking the

she leaped out of her chair to

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

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

“Here you go.”

the necklace, making a thin line with my lips.

words last night when I thanked her’ for

all a

Christian but regarding the necklace? I was pissed

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

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

same way, but luckily I had enough people around me

way.

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

her seat. “So, what’s

together a new team.”

plenty of people. Why would we

trust people nowadays,” Aria huffed, pretending to

was the one saying this. She was one to

we’ll have to recruit people who aren’t

giving her

we are the ones selling the weapons,

I nodded.

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

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

grow under your feet, do you?” I chuckled, admiring her work

it would work out or not, because

her lead her people and was shocked by her ability to

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 she was so

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

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