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.

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

throats and covered

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

with that one?

Morales’ were

nice, kind, and warm you are-but I guess they must’ve been talking about some other Vince.” I spoke

that we

I pouted, looking

“Yes?”

looks and Luis’ teacher’s

grade women based on their looks.” He stated. “It’s quite disrespectful, and since you’re one as well, you should know that.”

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

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

at the Lamberti warehouse. I waited for Vince to open the door

] brothers worked quickly and had already begun unloading boxes from the

The warehouse didn’t look like the typical sketchy garbage.

have working here?” My jaw dropped at the number of workers, all doing something, and no one stood

clean without taking risks, so

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

cookies. As usual, Vince blessed me with his short answer filled with

not in a good way. Seeing my husband delivering boxes to someone who seemed to have everything under control-while we had

face. “Everything gets delivered to other families, so

it,” Vince whispered in my car. Well, I didn’t care, in my eyes, Christian Lamberti was a selfish prick, and everyone was allowed to hear

he told me to

you think he’s just using you? Letting you do this while you have your own business to handle?”

loud.” He shushed me.

on the road, huh?” The thought occurred to me. “Would Christian have

doesn’t happen around here. It’s

I cut him off. It was still difficult to

power and why he felt the need to control everything and

taken a step