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

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

I greeted her, taking the seat across from her.

chair to pull me

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

the morning.” She pointed out, reaching

“Here you go.”

grabbed the necklace, making a thin line with

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

all

she opened my eyes about Christian but regarding the necklace? I

couldn’t help but pity her because I knew she didn’t

lacked that small thing called compassion, and it wasn’t

luckily I had enough people around me to know that was not the

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

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

together a

have plenty of people. Why

trust people nowadays,” Aria huffed, pretending to wipe the

one saying this. She was

at his own game, we’ll have to recruit people

talking,” I said, giving her my

to remain anonymous on the black market. No one, especially Christian, should know we are

I nodded.

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

thought of some potential candidates, as well as trying to come up with

let the 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 needed to be.

worried about whether it would work out

people and was shocked by her ability

genuinely seemed to care about me. She knew I had nothing, I had nothing to offer, and wouldn’t make

I pitied her.

I really did.

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