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

Chapter 372

“Eat as much as you can.” Christian spoke, sitting at the table. “Serena didn’t touch anything-so we’ll live.”

The three laughed, and I felt left out because I couldn’t understand the joke. Maybe this was karma for inviting myself to a lunch I wasn’t even invited to,

“I can’t cook. I can’t even boil an egg. It’s tragic.” Serena tapped my arm, explaining. “Christian made everything.”

“Everything?” I questioned, wondering how he even found the time. The table was filled with bread. pastries, meat, salad, and everything one could think of

“Yes, he baked the breath and everything. Serena praised her husband, rolling her eyes seductively. By the looks of it, Christian was someone who liked to get stuff done.

“What about all those maids?” My words came off as rude-a reminder to myself why I had to keep my

mouth shut.

“Personally, I think eating a homemade meal feels more sincere,” Christian explained, not feeling offended. “Do you cook, Aria?”

“Yes, I love cooking.” The first two days, I went full out to cook a nice dinner for Vince and Luis-but they didn’t seem to care. The two did whatever and returned home late, going their separate ways.

I was hesitant to confront him, but the streets were dangerous-he knew it as best, and someone as young as Luis shouldn’t be alone.

“She’s a great cook.” For once, Vince had something good to say about me.

“Do you hear that, Siena? Next time we’re eating at uncle Vince’s place.” Serena called out to the kids’ table, where Siena and Lucio were seated.

“Yes!” Siena cheered excitedly as the state of my restless mind was already in disaster, hoping it was nothing more than an innocent joke.

My family had yet to receive an invite because I didn’t want them to see me miserable. No one was allowed to come over and say, ‘I told you so.”

Not in my books.

“Have you already made her something, Vince?” Christian asked.

Shocked, I turned to Vince, smiling nervously as he had managed to escape from my eyes. Having someone you cared about cook a homemade meal was a big gesture, one I hadn’t received from my

parents.

“No, he hasn’t” I played with my fork, losing my appetite. I sensed Vince was a man who could be romantic if he wanted to-but I was not good enough to receive that treatment.

“At one point, he went to culinary school and said he would open his own restaurant.” Christian continued, not noticing Vince would rather have him change the subject.

“Oh-why didn’t you?” I questioned, trying to find out a bit more about my husband. “Did your dad not

allow it?”

that could’ve been covered with a normal conversation. Vince and I didn’t communicate, I didn’t

Vince replaced his nervous laughter with a

Good job, Aria.

ask the right

the only sound being one of our metal forks. Not only

end

threatened to cut me off, and I haven’t

Serena, and Christian shot me strange

shyly, regretting my whole existence. Why couldn’t I communicate like a

into sudden laughter made me feel at ease. Vince slammed his arm around me and circled my shoulder, for the first time showing

at him and no words needed to

you for cleaning

was his message.

professional dancer-but I couldn’t pay for my education anymore

to reveal his secret. “Oh, me?” He scratched

and it’s only fair

“I hope my children don’t turn out like me, but Serena.” He kissed her cheek,

Everyone knows that, and we all agree.” Vince laughed as all I could focus on was the affectionate couple.

I ask you something?”

good and

“What’s your secret?”

other way, and

began. “Get pregnant, search for an enemy, let someone hire one of Vince’s old flings and make her

placed his hand over Serena’s mouth, grabbing

Time? Got it.

lunch, Christian shared many stories about Vince’s childhood, admiring him for his

left while Vince remained

me the same. I wanted him to accept me, and yes-I was done fighting for his heart, but that

anymore.

sin. Seeing how hard she tried to include me in every conversation,

of

Beau, and said some things I shouldn’t have.” I gulped, closing my

a few seconds.

this any longer.

shot him a look, telling him to let me

His stare made my heart

jumped in, rightfully assuming there must’ve

Vince called me a nuisance. The words slipped from my mouth. “And then I was like ‘who, me or

you felt the need to protect yourself because you don’t like the idea of me being around

back and forth between the two, 1 could tell they were communicating

sorry?” Christian words were directed to me, but his eyes stuck