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 told me. “So no. She

their throats and

your nerves?” I smiled through the humiliation. Overwork people? How the hell did he come

with that one?

Morales’ were kind people.

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

everyone that we

pouted, looking at him.

“Yes?”

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

shook his head. “First of all, I don’t grade women based on their looks.” He stated.

boss.” AJ and CJ were impressed by his cringe-worthy answer. It wasn’t as if the world was

I nudged him,

stopped the truck at the Lamberti warehouse. I waited for Vince to open the door for me,

brothers worked quickly and had already begun unloading boxes from the back.

took in my surroundings. The warehouse didn’t look like the typical sketchy garbage. Had I not known,

the number of workers, all doing something,

without taking risks, so he must’ve had his

wondered, observing every step along the way as the boxes from the

some sugar to bake cookies. As usual, Vince blessed me with his short answer filled with sarcasm.

was in awe, but 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 out

“Everything gets delivered to other families, so in case anything goes down-the

stop it,” Vince whispered in my car. Well, I didn’t care, in my eyes, Christian Lamberti was a selfish prick,

why he told me

he’s just using you? Letting you do this while you have your

He shushed

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

that doesn’t happen around here.

the whole city wrapped around his finger?” I cut him off. It was still difficult

power and why he

dad, the most powerful man back home-had taken a