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.

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

she had gotten any sleep. Her eye bags were visible, but so was her

I greeted her, taking the seat across

leaped out of her chair to pull me into a warm hug.

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

to the warehouse and grabbed the necklace first thing in the

“Here you go.”

I grabbed the necklace, making a thin line

didn’t choose the right choice of words last night when I thanked her’

all

I

but pity her because

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

people around

the journals, just like you’ve instructed me to,” Aria said, her voice

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

have to put together

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

pretending to

she was the one saying this. She was one to talk.

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

I said, giving her my full attention.

remain anonymous on the black market. No one, especially Christian, should know we are the ones selling the weapons, and we don’t

I nodded.

team, we should sell the weapons at the weekly auction, just like

of some potential candidates, as well as trying to come

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

out or not, because I knew we would

seen her lead her people and was shocked

to care about me. She knew I had nothing, I had nothing to offer, and wouldn’t make the best husband-but she was so set on marrying

I pitied her.

I really did.

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