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

cleared their throats and

I smiled through the humiliation. Overwork people? How the hell

with that one?

Morales’ were kind

been talking about some other Vince.” I spoke my mind in

to tell everyone that we didn’t get along.

I pouted, looking

“Yes?”

Luis’ teacher’s looks, one to ten, what would you give

based on their looks.” He stated. “It’s quite disrespectful, and since you’re one

as if the world was going to end because of a ranking unless

you being the perfect gentleman.” I nudged him,

truck at the Lamberti warehouse. I waited for Vince to open the door for me, which he did. By

worked quickly and had already begun unloading boxes from the

in my surroundings. The warehouse didn’t look like the typical sketchy garbage. Had I not known, I would’ve thought it was any other legal business.

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

risks, so he must’ve had his

step along the way as the boxes from the truck were being brought

baking soda, and some sugar to bake cookies. As usual,

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 me.

face. “Everything gets delivered to other families,

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

why he

using you? Letting you do this while you have your own business

He shushed

we were stopped on the road, huh?” The thought occurred to

doesn’t happen around here. It’s a safe route,

wrapped around his finger?” I cut him

his power and why he felt the need

home-had taken a step back to remain