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

Chapter 385

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Fabio High School Diary 3-

I said it would happen, and it did.

Yesterday, father told me that after graduation, I was to marry the transfer student-Snooper.

I had no say in any of this, and all of it has already been decided. She’s not a good person.

Now I don’t feel like writing anymore…

I let out an unexpected sound of laughter, reading through Fabio’s old journal. To think that he had once been just like any other teen, dealing with parental pressure and decision he didn’t want to make, was quite amusing.

To think that the same man who hadn’t cracked a laugh with me before his passing, turned out to be such a comedian, made it all even funner.

The woman he had mentioned, Snooper, somehow intrigued me, as she reminded me of Aria.

Someone who would stop at the cost of nothing, to get her way.

As far as I was concerned, Mom was Fabio’s first wife, which made me curious about how that woman was doing at the moment. She had surely dodged a bullet.

One I couldn’t avoid.

Literally.

I closed the diary, leaning back in my chair, and let my mind wander back to the events of that day.

The day Fabio shot me because I chose Christian over him, only to get stabbed in the back by him-just like he had warned me.

Even back then, I learned that Christian only went back to save me because Serena told him so. Had it not been for her, he would’ve let me die-just like that.

He didn’t value our friendship.

He never had, and the altercation at the warehouse proved my point.

I headed downstairs when I saw Aria sitting at the kitchen table as if she had been waiting for me.

had gotten any sleep. Her eye bags were visible, but

taking the seat across from

chair to pull me into a warm hug. “How did

I answered, slightly pushing her away. After all the trouble she had caused, I didn’t know where she found the courage to wrap her arms

warehouse and grabbed the necklace first thing in the morning.” She pointed out, reaching for the small object

“Here you go.”

making a

the right choice of words last night

all a misunderstanding.

regarding the necklace? I was

me sick to my stomach, yet I couldn’t help but pity her because I knew she didn’t know any

lacked that small thing called compassion, and it wasn’t her. It was

luckily I had enough people around me to

the journals, just like you’ve instructed me to,” Aria said, her voice filled with excitement. “And I think I have it

I replied, watching her walk back to her seat. “So, what’s this big plan

to put together a

of people. Why would we need

pretending to wipe the sweat from her

this. She was one

Christian at his own game, we’ll have to recruit people who aren’t afraid

talking,” I said, giving her

Christian, should know we are the ones selling the weapons, and we don’t want anyone who will

I nodded.

the weapons at the weekly auction, just like it’s written

a collection of notes from a bag, scattering them on the table. “I have thought of some potential

feet, do you?” I chuckled, admiring her work ethic. Aria was dense when

wasn’t worried about whether it would work out or not, because I knew we

people and was shocked by her ability to do

also had to admit that she genuinely seemed to care about me. She knew I had nothing, I had nothing to offer, and wouldn’t make the best

I pitied her.

I really did.

reason. “I could divorce