His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 384

Aria

I got what I wanted, didn’t I? Then why did I feel so guilty?

1 stirred the pot as Angelo told me to, I wedged myself between Christian and Vince’s friendship, as Angelo had instructed. He agreed to sell the weapons, which was great-but I never wished to see him in pain.

The look in his eyes upon hearing about Christian’s words devastated me, and it took me back to reality.

Vince was a real person with feelings.

But regardless of his feelings, I did what was best for the family. So no matter how difficult it was, I tried pushing my guilt aside.

It was late at night when I returned the necklace to the empty warehouse, to the spot Vince had requested.

Once I arrived back home, it was already past midnight. I walked into the kitchen to clear my head, in the mood for a late-night snack. After all I had been through, I definitely deserved that.

“What has the privilege of going into my mouth,” I sang, opening the fridge. Just as I was about to reach for something, a voice startled me.

“Why are you home so late?”

I let out a yelp and turned around, noticing Vince sitting at the table with his hands flat on the surface. He had been waiting for me. I could tell. I could also tell that it wasn’t a good thing.

Would he have found out the truth about the necklace?

“What are you doing up so late?” I retorted, taking a seat at the table. “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

“Aria, where were you?” I noticed the cold and doubtful look in his eyes. It was the same expression he had shown me when he scolded me about my behavior before our wedding.

“I-I was out… I needed some fresh air. I wasn’t doing anything special.”

brow as he spoke in a doubtful tone. “Aria, do you think I’m

of course, you’re not

voice. “Do you think I haven’t been aware of what you’ve been doing all this time?”

been doing

go back to the warehouse right now, I won’t see Siena’s

head in response, owning up to my actions. “I was only trying to prove a point. I wanted to show you that those people do not care about you. Not like I do.”

me-but he didn’t. “And you did. The point

grateful we could at least agree

were following Angelo’s instructions, weren’t you?”

I panicked. “Yes…no.”

“Yes or no?”

I told him, feeling the need to protect Angelo. “Everything I do, every decision I make-is for you. I know you don’t care about me, but I care about you, and that’s why I had

those words left my mouth, but hopefully,

and I was ready to hear

me with his

“W-What?”

pull a stunt like that again, I won’t

“Yes”

something that belongs to Siena again, I won’t be able to forgive you.” He had a sharp look in

is not with a toddler,” I said. “But I admit, taking the necklace might not have been the

move.”

we do-I need to know that I can trust you,” Vince stated. “Angelo is not your husband. I am.

big smile. “Oh, so now

his eyes, silently judging me. “By the way, while you’ve been plotting

rolled my eyes.

to see how he sold the

of small, old-looking journals. I

too,” Vince instructed. “It’d be nice if

my life flash before my eyes. Was