His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354

Aria

“So now that I’ve shown you the…consequences, we both ended up in a cage,” I spoke through gritted

teeth.

After the random girl challenged, we got into a fight-and guess what? No one ended up getting the dress. We got arrested and ended up in a cell instead.

I ended up lying to my driver, texting him I ran into a friend. That was a sad lie, considering other than Stella-I didn’t really have any around here.

Calling dad to bail me out would’ve been way to embarrassing, so I gave the officers Vince’s number instead. It was a good thing dad ended up texting his number.

Yes, my future husband would see what kind of loser his future wife was-but I had no other choice. I didn’t know anyone who would not run to my dad to rat me out.

“I hope you know this is all your fault.” I bothered the girl once again. She should’ve never dared me in the first place.

“Is it now?” She stared into space, hoping to avoid this conversation.

“Yes.” I nodded confidently. “Just so you know, I needed that dress for my birthday slash engagement party.”

“Just so you know, I needed that dress to impress my ex

“Oh well, ex and fiance are on two different levels!” I spoke, offended. “You won’t get him back anyway. Not with that personality.”

“You’re a terrible person.” The girl huffed after a few seconds. “You’re so terrible I’m sure no one’s bailing you out of this place.”

“My fiance will bail me out.” I corrected her. “You should worry about yourself.”

“Don’t worry about me, my sister will bail me out.”

“Good for you.

The minutes were passing by and in those minutes I could only think about the best way to explain myself to Vincenzo. How could I tell him that I ended up in a cell over a dress? Where would that leave me?

“Aria Morales?” The officer called out my name.

“Morales?” I heard the girl whisper.

“That’s me!” I got up from the cold bench and made my way to the bars, I slowed my pace as the male figure behind the officer slowly revealed himself.

Vincenzo Garcia.

He looked even more handsome than the last time I’d laid eyes on him. Different from the suit he rocked at the wedding, he was wearing a shirt with comfortable sweatpants underneath.

I probably dragged this man out of his house, but that was not the only thing on my mind.

Why was someone like Vince not working on a weekday? Shouldn’t he be leading his family?

For some reason, I had expected a different reaction but was met with a comforting smile. That’s her.” Vince raised his brows, sighing.

“So, I know you must be thinking about what I’m doing here,” I spoke, fiddling my hands. “And I-I know how all of this looks…”

“C-Carmen.” Vince squinted his eyes, interrupting me. Great, so he couldn’t even give me the time of day. “What are you doing here?”

“Vince?” The dress thief, supposedly Carmen-made her way beside me. “Vince, thank God!” She breathed. “Did my sister send you?”

So those two knew each other?

“Sister?” Vince asked flustered. “Where is she, is she here?”

“Carmen, what the hell did you get yourself into this time?” A warm and familiar voice called out.

I knew who that voice belonged to.

My rival, Serena.

With tensed muscles, I stared at the woman running toward us. For some reason, she looked even hotter today than she did at her wedding. Her thick and healthy dark curls were in a high ponytail, the pink gloss on her lips was to die for, and her beautiful black catsuit showed off her small…belly?

Wait, was she pregnant again?

Just how many children was this woman planning on having?

What was she doing here, and most importantly, what was her connection to the dress thief? “Hey, sissy!” The dress thief stepped back, biting her lip.

Sissy?

Wait, Carmen. Alfonzo?

“Don’t hi sissy, me!” Serena wrapped her hands around the bars, glaring at her sister. “Oh, hey-Vince.” She blushed, facing him. “What are you doing here?”

Why was she blushing?

“Serena.” Vince blushed as well. What was going on between these two? Serena was a married woman, right? And by the looks of it-pregnant as well.

“I uh…” Vince stammered, failing to keep his balance. It was as clear as day he was into her. Anyone could see that, including Serena and possibly her husband. “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

“Oh, I get it!” Serena clapped her hands, understanding the situation. “Wait, is this the girl you fought over a dress?” She pointed at me.

“Aria Morales, isn’t it?”

I avoided all eye contact. “Yep, that’s me.”

“Then since we’ve all apologized, it’s all good right?” Serena laughed brightly. After a forced apology, we had settled our issues and were outside of the station.

“Sure.” The dress thief-/ mean Carmen, spoke.

Embarrassed, I rubbed my eyes. “Whatever.”

Vince and Serena didn’t seem to care much anymore and jumped into their own conversation.

Seeing the way those two communicated made me hate her even more. She seemed so perfect, that I felt the need to confirm whether she truly didn’t have a flaw.

Was she really as kind as everyone made her out to be, or was it all a lie?

“Are you sure he’s your fiance?” Carmen nudged my shoulder. I thought we’d left everything behind us, but she was starting again.

“Positive,” I responded dryly, hoping she would get off my back.

“Hmm, doesn’t look like it.” Carmen sang. “Poor Vince will have his hands full, babysitting you.”

Excuse me, babysitting?

Serena looked over Vince’s shoulder. “Carmen, stop bothering the girl, and let’s go!”

Excuse me, the girl?

“That’s my cue!” Carmen slapped my back. “I’ll see you at your party, bye!” She walked off with her sister, leaving me behind startled. I didn’t know what was worse. Her coming to my party or her calling Vince my babysitter.

I took my chances, and turned to sneak off so I didn’t have to explain myself to Vince. At least, not before 1 could make up a perfect excuse. All I had to do was walk away quietly and—