His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika

Chapter 384

Aria

I got what I wanted, didn’t I? Then why did I feel so guilty?

I stirred the pot as Angelo told me to, I wedged myself between Christian and Vince’s friendship, as Angelo had instructed. He agreed to sell the weapons, which was great-but I never wished to see him in pain.

The look in his eyes upon hearing about Christian’s words devastated me, and it took me back to reality.

Vince was a real person with feelings.

But regardless of his feelings, I did what was best for the family. So no matter how difficult it was, I tried pushing my guilt aside.

It was late at night when I returned the necklace to the empty warehouse, to the spot Vince had requested.

Once I arrived back home, it was already past midnight. I walked into the kitchen to clear my head, in the mood for a late-night snack. After all I had been through, I definitely deserved that.

“What has the privilege of going into my mouth,” I sang, opening the fridge. Just as I was about to reach for something, a voice startled me.

“Why are you home so late?”

I let out a yelp and turned around, noticing Vince sitting at the table with his hands flat on the surface. He had been waiting for me. I could tell. I could also tell that it wasn’t a good thing.

Would he have found out the truth about the necklace?

“What are you doing up so late?” I retorted, taking a seat at the table. “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

“Aria, where were you?” I noticed the cold and doubtful look in his eyes. It was the same expression he had shown me when he scolded me about my behavior before our wedding.

“I-I was out… I needed some fresh air. I wasn’t doing anything special.”

his brow as he spoke in a doubtful tone. “Aria, do you think I’m stupid

of course, you’re

“Do you think I haven’t been aware of what you’ve

been doing

want to tell me that if I go back to the

it worse, so I shook my head in response, owning up to my actions. “I was only trying to prove a point. I wanted to show you that those people do not care about you. Not like I

he didn’t. “And you did. The point has

grateful

Angelo’s instructions,

I panicked. “Yes…no.”

“Yes or no?”

my own decisions,” I told him, feeling the need to protect Angelo. “Everything I do, every decision I make-is for you. I know you don’t care about me, but I care about you, and that’s why I had

even know why those words left my mouth, but hopefully, it was a reasonable explanation for why I had stolen

awaiting Vince’s next words, and I was ready to hear all of

me with

“W-What?”

but if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I won’t be able to protect you

“Yes”

ever touch something that belongs to Siena again, I won’t be able to forgive you.” He had a sharp look in his eyes. Siena probably meant a lot to him, and I was okay with that.

a toddler,” I said. “But I admit, taking the

Vince stated. “Angelo is not your husband. I am. So

couldn’t hide the big smile. “Oh, so now

me. “By the way, while you’ve been plotting to return the

rolled my eyes.

night, reading through Fabio’s journals to see how he sold the products on the black

bunch of small, old-looking journals. I reached out to grab

them too,” Vince instructed. “It’d be nice if you

morning?” I gasped, seeing my life flash before