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

Chapter 379

When Vince told me I was allowed to join him, I thought it would just be the two of us. Funny enough, that was not the case. He was driving a large truck, and we were stuck in a small space in the front with two other guys.

“I’ll need someone to help me unload these boxes, and I can’t possibly put my wife to work.” Vince came up with the perfect solution to his problem. Yes, I was his problem, and he didn’t want to be alone with me.

At least, that’s what I thought-but strangely enough, he appeared to be in a good mood and smiled a lot.

“I’m really glad you could join us, boss.” One of the boys who had practically been hanging over my shoulders said for the tenth time.

“I told you to call me Aria.” I reminded him. “I’m not much older than you, so don’t make me look old.”

“In that case, you can call me AJ.”

“Yes, I know.” It felt like our conversations were going in a loop, and I didn’t know how to end it. A reminder that after today, I would not tag along anymore.

The two of you look good together.” The other boy opened his mouth. “I’m CJ, by the way.”

AJ and CJ.

What are the odds?

J brothers. That would be my new nickname for them.

From the corner of my eyes, I noticed the unbothered expression on Vince’s face.

A few days ago, he would’ve been disgusted by that comment.

Either that, or he was just focusing on the road.

“So Luis’s teacher and the baby aren’t present today?” I didn’t want to get home to any surprises, including the girl who obviously had a crush on him and her annoyingly adorable baby.

Vince snorted. “What does it matter to you?”

“It’s also my house,” I said defensively. “I’m just asking.

the Morales love to overwork people, but we’re not like that,” Vince

throats and covered their mouths, probably laughing.

through the humiliation. Overwork people?

with that one?

Morales’ were kind people.

you are-but I guess they must’ve been talking about some other Vince.” I spoke my mind in the kindest way possible. It would be a pity for the

that we didn’t get along.

pouted, looking

“Yes?”

teacher’s looks, one to ten, what would

of all, I don’t grade women based on their looks.” He stated. “It’s quite disrespectful, and

his cringe-worthy answer. It wasn’t as if the world was going to end because of a ranking unless he’d put her above

at you being the perfect gentleman.” I nudged him, earning

the Lamberti warehouse. I waited for Vince to open the door for me, which he did. By now, he must’ve known that I was allergic

quickly and had already begun unloading boxes from the

didn’t look like the typical sketchy garbage. Had I not known, I would’ve

people do they have working here?” My jaw dropped at the number of workers, all doing something, and no one stood still. Containers were

so he must’ve had his reasons.

those boxes?” I wondered, observing every step along the way as the boxes

bake cookies. As usual,

in a good way. Seeing my husband delivering boxes to someone who seemed to have everything under control-while we had our own business to run, bothered the crap out of

wonder everything here looks so clean.” A frown appeared on my face. “Everything gets delivered to other

Well, I didn’t care, in my eyes, Christian Lamberti was a selfish prick, and everyone was allowed to hear

I was right, and that’s why he told me to

you? Letting you do this while you have

loud.” He

huh?” The thought occurred to me. “Would Christian have your back?”

that doesn’t happen around here. It’s

his finger?” I cut

his power and why he felt the need to

man back home-had taken a step back