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.

know the Morales love to overwork people, but we’re not like that,” Vince told me. “So no.

in the back cleared their throats and covered

your nerves?” I smiled through the humiliation. Overwork people? How the

with that one?

were

some other

to tell everyone that we didn’t

pouted, looking at

“Yes?”

looks and Luis’ teacher’s looks, one to ten, what would

“First of all, I don’t grade women based on their looks.” He stated. “It’s quite disrespectful, and since you’re one as well,

if the world was going to end because of a ranking unless he’d put her

being the perfect gentleman.” I nudged him, earning a

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

had already begun unloading boxes from the

garbage.

dropped at the number of workers, all doing something,

taking risks, so he must’ve had his reasons.

wondered, observing every step along the way as the boxes from the truck were being brought

baking soda, and some sugar to bake cookies. As usual, Vince blessed me with his short answer

not 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

my face. “Everything gets delivered

stop it,” Vince whispered in my car. Well, I didn’t care, in my eyes,

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

Letting you do this while you

loud.” He shushed

the road, huh?” The thought occurred

that doesn’t happen around here.

around his finger?” I cut him

power and why he

most powerful man back home-had taken a step