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.

thoughts, I headed downstairs when I saw Aria sitting at the

gotten any

greeted her, taking the

out of her chair to pull me into a warm hug. “How did you sleep?”

the trouble she had caused, I didn’t know where she found the courage to wrap her arms

in the morning.” She

“Here you go.”

grabbed the necklace, making a thin line with my lips.

of words last night when I thanked

was all a

opened my eyes about Christian but regarding the necklace? I was pissed as

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

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

people around me to know that was not the

instructed me to,” Aria said, her voice filled with excitement. “And I think I have it all

back to her seat. “So, what’s

to put together a new

I shrugged. “We have plenty of people. Why would we

people nowadays,” Aria huffed, pretending to wipe the

she was the one saying this. She was

have to recruit people who aren’t afraid of him,” she

giving her

know we are

I nodded.

team, we should sell the weapons at the weekly auction, just like it’s written

them on the table. “I have thought of some potential candidates, as well as trying to come up with the right idea to launder the money-”

the grass grow under your feet, do you?” I chuckled, admiring her work ethic.

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

and was shocked by her ability

that she genuinely seemed to care about me. She knew I had nothing, I had nothing to offer, and

I pitied her.

I really did.

I changed the subject, curious about her reason. “I could divorce you after all of this, you know that-and you’re still doing all