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.

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

I greeted her, taking the seat across from

leaped out of her chair to pull me into a

had caused, I didn’t know where she

the necklace first thing in the morning.” She pointed

“Here you go.”

go.” I grabbed the necklace, making a thin

I didn’t choose the 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

I couldn’t help but pity her because

called compassion, and it wasn’t her.

way, but luckily I had enough

way.

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

replied, watching her walk back to her seat.

together a new

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

nowadays,” Aria huffed, pretending to wipe the sweat

the one saying this. She was one

own game, we’ll have to recruit

giving her

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

I nodded.

weapons at the

of notes from a bag, scattering them on the table. “I have thought of some potential candidates,

you?” I chuckled, admiring her work

work out or not, because I

had seen her lead her people and was shocked by her

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

I pitied her.

I really did.

changed the subject, curious about her reason. “I could divorce

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