His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika

Chapter 361

Vincenzo

I felt like jumping from a bridge. No, I was not exaggerating.

Two days had passed since that hideous birthday party, and there were only five more days left until I would be a married man.

Aria Morales had humiliated me, manipulated me, and would stop at the cost of nothing to get what she wanted.

Several hours before the party, I had texted Beau for his assistance. I gave him straightforward instructions to somehow manipulate the engagement, and he couldn’t do it.

Whatever he had done had backfired entirely and made the situation even worse.

I tensed at the feeling of a soft touch stroking up and down my arm. “You’re finally awake.” A female voice spoke. “What’s on your mind, babe?”

Babe?

Completely baffled, I turned to the half-naked brunette beside me as yesterday’s events slowly returned to my brains.

I didn’t know her name, couldn’t recognize or remember her. I just knew she was there when I was at my most vulnerable.

Just as the one before her and the one before that and so on.

“Looks like it, babe.” I narrowed my eyes, trying to imagine my married life-but I couldn’t. As charming as others made me, I was just not a passionate lover and could not see myself in a long-term relationship.

This one is worse than Isobel.”

All I have to say is I’ll keep you in my prayers.”

Those were Beau’s words after he had sabotaged my perfect plan to end the engagement. His ex-fiancee, Isobel Sala, wasn’t a saint in anyone’s books, so that statement only added to my worries.

Christian claimed Aria was a polite girl with a good heart, but he wasn’t exactly a saint either. One might say the old Christian was the male version of the current Aria.

Besides, he had only said those words because Beau refused to tell him how she dared disrespect Serena.

I admit, Christian would’ve probably started a war with the Morales and the Garcias, but I didn’t care.

She should’ve never brought up Serena, and I would never forgive her for that.

I would rather cat shit than show any kind of affection to Aria and especially not after she brought up Serena’s past. The one thing she’s most insecure about.

“Just tell me what’s on your mind, babe?” The brunette leaned her elbows on my chest to face me, allowing me to smell the strong scent of liquor that left her breath.

I cringed at the word, babe-and slightly pushed her off to grab my wallet from my nightstand. “So.” I

sighed, opening the brown billfold as I pulled out several 100-dollar bills.

the woman’s bra, stuffing it with the money. It was

lips. “I’m not a prostitute!” She raised her voice to a high-pitched

the woman put on her remaining clothes. “You can just tell my driver to take you back

offer, but you don’t have

do,” I said. “I’m the one who brought you here, and I’ll make sure you’re getting home in

so nice

Nice?

I could not even remember her face. Nothing

look at least a bit presentable, I waited until the woman

visit to talk about the wedding and the

announcing his retirement and his plans to unite both of our families came as a

quite at ease, knowing they would not

help us gain respect, but he was

all

and had even missed Aria’s party. The reason? He was already packing his bags.

I wasn’t even the oldest, so I could not understand why this had to be

screen. She had been blowing up

Aria:

Five days

Vince:

Looking forward.

reply was professional and dry, just like our

told myself if I did have to marry her, I would divorce her after restoring the Garcia name-but

an option after the

were to combine our families?

doing, was aware of the power she possessed and used it to her advantage. She was obsessed with me.

mind off things, I cleaned the house, specifically

reason to. He would only stop by

gaming device in his hands as usual. At times I missed the old days when he would call out

him. “What are you up to?”

left the house a while back?” Luis

“Just someone.”

you even

I could’ve just lied to him and called out a random name, but Luis and I weren’t

Luis clapped with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “You’re setting

the floor and hide from my brother’s humiliation, I would’ve done it. “Can’t argue with that.” I

hands

you can also hire a

be the fun in that?”

dark memories of my late father, who abused his power in any way he could. If his personality was some kind of curse in the family, all I could hope for was for it

well-behaved and toxic idea of a perfect housewife-just as she was taught in the Morales’

did seem like the toxic idea of a perfect housewife, and women like that weren’t even my type. I

and ruffled my hand through his hair. “That thing