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.

not like that,”

in the back cleared their throats

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

with that one?

Morales’ were kind people.

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

that we didn’t get along.

I pouted, looking

“Yes?”

to grade my looks and Luis’ teacher’s looks,

women based on their looks.” He stated.

as if the world was going to end because

gentleman.” I nudged him, earning

warehouse. I waited for Vince to open the door for

worked quickly and had already

the typical sketchy garbage. Had I

of workers, all doing something, and no one

so he must’ve had his reasons.

boxes?” I wondered, observing every step along the way as the boxes from the truck were being brought inside.

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

face. “Everything gets delivered to

my eyes, Christian Lamberti was

he told me

using you? Letting you do this while

that loud.” He shushed me.

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

doesn’t happen around here. It’s

finger?” I cut him off. It was still difficult to understand

power and why he felt the need

back home-had taken a step back to remain in Christian’s shadow,