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

Chapter 371

Aria

It had been three days since the wedding, and Vince had yet to say a word to me. Ever since the ceremony he had ignored me like the plague, and I knew I deserved it

What the hell was wrong with me?

Why did I have to open my big mouth and call him Vincenz Morales?

Sleeping in separate rooms was not what I had in mind for marriage, nor was Vincent’s coming home late every night, making sure he didn’t have to see me.

Lais, who rolled his eyes at me whenever he got the chance, locked himself in the room because he didn’t want to be in the same space as me. The only ones keeping me company were Angelo, who had gone away on a family trip, and the maids.

Mom and dad, who had finally retired, had treated themselves to a nice vacation and were out of sight.

I felt lonely, broken, neglected, and regretted ever marrying Vince-but it was too late to turn back.

Due to dad’s latest request, I sent Vince a text, telling him it was time to work on our family’s future.

That was why he needed me to marry him-right? So I could fix his meu? Because it had been days, but he had still not opened his mouth about the business.

Angelo was kind enough to tell me that Vince had visited some warehouses and businesses with his men, leaving out the Morales,

I was only good enough for him to use my name, and that was it.

Our people were trying to deal with these changes, Vince owned half of the Morales, and still, he didn’t want anything to do with us. What a leader.

Pacing back and forth, I waited outside of his bedroom, determined not to let him escape this time. There was no point in merging our families if we were going to do everything separately.

My heart stopped in my chest as the door opened, revealing a half-naked Vince with only a towel wrapped around his lower body.

“Yes?” He leaned against the door. “Is there something I can do for you?”

With a dry mouth. I lowered my eyes to his sculptured abs, fresh water dripping down his body. Why was I here again?

-1-1__1-I’m here because-

“Yes, this is not working.” Vince smacked the door in my face. “I’m putting on some clothes-stay there!”

My jaw dropped at his rudeness. I knew he didn’t like me-but smacking a door in my face?

Hot abs or not, Vincenzo Garcia was a prick, and I was done trying to make him fall for me.

I had a lot to offer, and if he didn’t want me-that was his problem. For now, my only focus was strengthening our families and creating a household name in the city.

“So, that’s better.”“ Vincenzo exhaled, opening the door again.

Biting my lip, I took a peek at his gray sweatpants. I wasn’t trying to be creepy, but it was difficult to ignore the obvious bulge through his sweatpants. Didn’t guys get the memo they were banned from wearing those?

“Congratulations, lucky bird.” One of my cousins said to me at my wedding. Rumor has it Vincenzo Garcia is packing.”

He sure was-but how much exactly?

“Arial” Vince furrowed, locking his hands in front of him to cover the damage.

“Jesus, I’m sorry!” Looking like a creep was the last thing I wanted-but I guess it was too late. Trying to pretend like I hadn’t just pictured him naked, I rolled my shoulders and held my head high. “I’m going wherever you’re going today.”

Vince blinked. “Says who?”

I’m still your wife,

my following argument, but that wouldn’t be necessary. “I’m having lunch with Serena and Christian. After that, I’ll be heading

that, and you also owe me dinner sometime this week.” I completed his schedule. “If you care about your family and want our people to get along-you should know they need to

“Ok.”

thing the people in this town were good at, it was gossip. I didn’t want word to get

anyway-at least not from my side.

that in

“I was

either way, there was no point in me trying to sugarcoat it. “People will

will.” Vince didn’t argue, taking my

you look like a cheap aspirant.” There was no

Vince let out an unimpressed huff, disagreeing with my ways. “I don’t want to push him around like

memory. “I know he’s getting a

Vince scoffed, a bored smile plastered

and we’ll be getting to that because those terms look ridiculous.” I used the exact words as Angelo, who told me to address the issue to my husband. “Letting

whisper left his mouth, which wasn’t for

my heart. “What was that?” My voice cracked, daring him to repeat

Vince spat. “I’ll go wear a suit. You wait downstairs.” The door

second time.

me, Aria. I wouldn’t know what to do

According to everyone, Vince’s only error was the Garcia name. Others called him a gentleman, charming, ambitious-but

been

to the living area to

routine,

the Morales household, I learned that I should always appear with a smile and reassure the maids that everything is well and that the household remains intact.

who made sure

book in the

morning!” I greeted him, reminding myself not to pet

Luis mumbled, pressing his lips into

you doing?”

his answer short.

kind of homework?”

“Math.”

You know, I graduated-”

there was no point in finishing that sentence. “There’s no need. I’m already finished.” He stated, getting up from the

excuse me.” Luis left the garden, not

I tried hiding by plastering a smile on my face, ignoring the sounds of the gossiping gardeners and maids. See, that was the exact

and could not allow myself to be weak. Smiling through my tears was something I had been doing for as long as I could

me turn my head. I hated that nickname, and he knew that. The name princess’ wasn’t a compliment but

I could tell he knew I was on the verge of crying. He didn’t seem to care, though, because he had turned his back, refusing

the Lamberti estate. Vince listening to my advice, changing

sunshine and rainbows. All the workers walked around with smiles. The grass was bright

pretend or if the two

perfect fantasy got interrupted by Vince, who had grabbed my hand to lead

called out from a distance. Almost tripping, she ran down the flight of stairs and rushed to Vince.

to pull him into her embrace. “Oh my god-I can’t believe you’re wearing a suit

got married!” Vince opened his arms, showing himself off. He would turn into a completely different person whenever he

not the same as his

two who were caught up in their own little world and stepped back to give them the time to

reunite.

out the door to greet his friend. “Why are you dressed as if you care?”

by grabbing both of my hands. “It’s so nice to finally really meet you!” She looked into

out, and I had no desire to. She was