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

Chapter 378

Aria

“I’m the problem in this marriage?” His words made me chuckle. Last I remembered, he had not instructed me to stay put.

“Where did you get these things?” I reached out to touch his shoulder, but Vince stepped back.

“We have to go.”

“No, wait!” I called out, making him stop in his steps. “D-do you know how much money we can make selling those?”

“As well as put a target on our backs,” Vince said. “It wouldn’t be that much different from suicide.”

“Oh, my god.” I squealed. “This is like heaven!”

Vince wrapped his hand around my wrist. “Aria, let’s go.”

“Does your uncle know about this?” I placed my hands on top of his, my eyes begging him to give me an

answer.

No.

“I figured. If he did, you wouldn’t have to marry me.” I said my thoughts out loud. “If it’s respect and power you’re after, here’s your key.” My hands reached for one of the weapons.

“I’m not-

“Boom.” I winked, pointing it at him. “Enough to blow up a household.”

Bothered, Vince placed his hand on top of the trigger as he lowered my hand and took away the weapon. “That’s why I’m trying to keep them away from people like you.”

“People like me?” I pointed to myself. “Right, because the Garcias are model citizens.” He was one to talk.

Vince huffed, probably knowing there was nothing else for him to add.

“Come on. We’re going.” He roughly grabbed my hand, only for me to free myself from his grip.

“Why would you want to live in Christian’s shadow-when all of this is enough to surpass the Lambertis?”

“I don’t want to surpass anyone,” Vince spoke humbly, shaking his head. “Certainly not, my friend.”

“I know he would’ve.”

“Aria_please.”

It was the truth. Christian Lamberti did not seem like the type to back down from doing anything to please his friend.

“Arial” Vince squeezed my hand, staring into my eyes. Not going to lie. He looked pretty hot-but I was convinced his head was empty.

Why would he not want to be on top?

“You can’t tell anyone about this-do you understand?”

I grinned at his seriousness. “Yes, Vince, daddy.”

“Stop.” Vince sighed, frustrated. “Aria, I’m not kidding. I’m serious.” He spoke. “It’d be better to keep something like this to ourselves.”

“Good.”

“These weapons are dangerous.”

“I know.”

“They can’t fall into the wrong hands

my husband. I respect you-and I won’t tell a

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like endless containers!” I paced back and forth,

night, and like always, he was in my room to discuss my day. He

are full of those rare weapons?”

“Yes!”

told me not to tell anyone, but Angelo was a special case. I trusted him, and he was the one who had encouraged me to take a look at the basement in the

about where he got it from, obviously is trying to keep me out of it-but those things can

do you think he doesn’t want to do anything with

of Christian.” There was no doubt about

“Lamberti?”

about their brotherhood. “Those two, together with Serena’s brother, are like in a polyamorous relationship.” Had I not known otherwise, I would’ve thought they

he doesn’t have a reason to.” Angelo shrugged.

“Sorry?”

it weren’t for Christian, Vince would probably not even be alive.” He shared a part of Vince’s life he wouldn’t talk about. “When everything went down, and all families turned their back on anyone having to do something with the Garcias-Christian remained by

reason not to feel guilty about all of this. He wouldn’t have been alive? What the hell was that all

about the coma?” I wondered. “When Fabio

drop it.

The thought of Vince hurting and not being there

not there,

they’re that

of him, dropped everything to help him get

sigh left my lips. “So it’s a lost

his head. “You just have to convince him enough

easier said than done. “You just told me

Make sure they don’t get along.”

“Keep talking.”

do anything.” Angelo worked out his plan. “He

got it all figured out-don’t you?”

thought about it myself?

their friendship would be to involve

two glasses and filled them with wine before handing

hit me. Why would someone like him, who should care for his own family-go that far

Angelo

are you doing all of this for me?” I took a step back. Worst-case scenario, I had taken it too far by telling him, and he

because

gave him a nod, awaiting his

lot, and I want the best for you.” He looked at me. “We’ve started rocky, but now I consider you my closest friend, and my

even once as he made sure I

you don’t

Vince’s bedroom. “Vincey!” I knocked on his door,

No answer

“Vince-”

the door opened, and Vince blessed me with his presence, wearing nothing but a

I checked him

already happy enough to see him crack jokes. That meant we had moved to the next level of

on the sound of the

me off, eager to get to the

back, my volume at a ten. It was once again one of his sarcastic

care.

his return. I didn’t mind waiting,

here?” He

loudly, having the sudden urge to touch him. As expected, he looked as if he

here.” I followed

do I get to see what’s underneath that?” My eyes moved to his boxers.

eyes. “When you finish high

“I’m twenty-one?”

shot me a strained smile.

I have needs, and I know you don’t give a shit