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.

my thoughts, I headed downstairs when I saw Aria sitting at the kitchen table as if she had been

was unsure whether she had gotten any sleep. Her eye bags were visible, but

I greeted her, taking the seat

she responded enthusiastically, then she leaped out of her chair to pull me

away. After all the trouble she had caused, I didn’t know where

in the morning.” She pointed out, reaching for the small

“Here you go.”

the necklace, making a thin line with

choice of words last night when I thanked

all

glad she opened my eyes about Christian but regarding the necklace? I was pissed as it was once again proof

but pity her because

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

I had enough people around

you’ve instructed me to,” Aria said, her voice filled with excitement. “And I think I

to her seat. “So, what’s

to put together

Why would

Aria huffed, pretending to wipe the sweat from her

one saying this. She was

we’ll have to recruit people who aren’t afraid of him,” she continued.

I said, giving her my full

black market. No one, especially Christian, should know we are the ones selling the weapons, and we

I nodded.

weapons at the weekly auction, just

bag, scattering them on the table. “I have thought of some potential candidates, as well as trying to

grass grow under your feet, do you?” I chuckled, admiring her work ethic. Aria was dense when she wanted to be, and smart when she

whether it would work out or not, because I knew we would

and was shocked by her ability to do so.

to care about me. She knew I had nothing, I had nothing to offer,

I pitied her.

I really did.

this?” I changed the subject, curious about her reason. “I could divorce you after all