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

Chapter 363

Aria

When I expressed my feelings of wanting to get married, I had not expected to sit back and watch without being allowed to do a single thing.

I trusted mom, always have-but watching her plan my dream wedding, choose my dream dress, and so much more while I could only sit back and watch tiring-

Not wanting to waste my day, I focused on the business which would soon be mine. Today was collector day.

A day where we would go through some of the small local businesses we had funded to collect our money.

We hadn’t been in the city for long, but we had been investing in some businesses for quite some time.

“And that is why you don’t send out men to take care of your issues.” Dad ranted as we were walking to our first target. “Seeing the big boss in person scares them, and that’s what we want. We don’t even want them to think about screwing us over.”

I typed all of his words on my phone. “Yes, daddy.”

If there were one thing I was serious about, it would be the fortune and the well-being of our family. I wasn’t even ashamed to admit that not being the center of attention in this city was a blow to my ego.

Still, Christian was someone I respected, and | appreciated his way of working. There could only be one winner, and as long as it was him- I had no issues with it.

“So I just ask for the money?” I asked. Dad twitched his nose, shaking his head. “No, absolutely not.”

“Then what?”

“You stand back with your arms folded while the guys take care of it-and only if they refuse to pay, it’s time to take your stage.

“Got it.”

Dad patted my head. “Make sure you do because a few days from now, all of this will be yours.”

Taking over the Morales’ sooner than expected was not what I had in mind as I had planned on spending some time as Vince’s wife-but the Garcias could do with some cleaning, so maybe it was a good thing.

From what I’d heard-their business was an unorganized mess. Commoners walked over them, didn’t pay their debts, and raised their voices at them. They were too soft.

Leading the family could also serve as a way for Vince to respect me. Despite everything, I had not forgotten about Beau’s words, and the thought of Vince disliking me had not left my mind.

Even then, I was still in love with him, and I still believed he would make a great husband.

Deep down, I knew he didn’t mean anything he said. Pince wasn’t like that.

“Pay attention!” Dad whispered, waking me from my thoughts.

“I’m here to pick up a special delivery!” One of the four men we were with announced as we entered a

small bakery. Flustered, I looked back only to see dad had stayed behind.

I scanned the empty bakery and stood at the back as the Morales’ men stepped forward.

his lips, and I grabbed my notebook to

56, married with three daughters. Took a loan of 500k, expected to pay 10k each month for four years.

hand through his thin brown

ten-thousand.” I read out loud,

as Joe pulled a disgusted face. “Stay out of it,

prepared for this and knew I had to earn my respect. People

money, but you have a wife and two daughters.” I squinted, reading

balance. This man had ten daughters and didn’t even

finish.

my notebook with a thin smile. I’m in charge now.”

Do you want to pay by cash, or should I

counter to grab an envelope before pushing it into my hands. “It’s here!” He

in there. “See, why couldn’t you just give me

everything from us, leaving us with crumbs, so I didn’t have a choice.” Joe stressed. “How am I supposed to pay my taxes? My oldest daughter’s husband passed away. We need the money

to explain himself as it would only be a waste of time. What did his problems have to do with our business? “As long as

a few seconds until Joe bowed

me the money the next time.” I shrugged off his apology, not having the energy to stare at this pathetic man for much

Garcias so you might see a few new faces

mean for us?” Joe asked.

your voice at me-I’ll send my husband, Vincenzo Garcia, to collect the cash. I made

his body. That name strongly affected many people in this city, this neighborhood specifically-so why not use it

one. I chuckled. “Come on,

a wide grin and kissed my head. “My daughter.” He overreacted, as always. “Because of this one right here—I know the

inside the bakery, and my thoughts went back to Vince. Becoming a mother had been one of my biggest dreams, and I couldn’t

side so I could see him. He shot me a slight smile as we returned to the vehicle-and I was curious about his identity.

behind the two, and

collected, and everything went well-but I had yet to receive any

this?” I finally asked in the car on our way back home. Before dad could answer, the guy removed his cap, showing me

introduced himself, sitting beside me in the back. I’m older than you.”

Like I cared

even from the so-called main branch. He was just a

I turned away from Angelo’s honey eyes and focused on

He works for you for the time

were his way of keeping Vince in check to make sure he wouldn’t

dirty look. One wrong word about Vince, and I would kill

a good friend, advisor, and

I can assure you that I do not

way of protecting me from future

of us didn’t agree with each other, but I would never dare to go against

future head of the family, I did what got expected of me and stuck out my hand to the guy who I already could tell was going to

nice to meet

my wedding dress look like?

would Vince’s

pass. Not having anyone to hang out with was a pity, but at the same time, that wasn’t my fault. These people