His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 360

Chapter 360

Aria

My eyes widened as I couldn’t escape the curious smile on Christian’s lips. Not many people intimidated me, but for some reason, he did.

It wasn’t because I was scared of him, but because he could break my family’s pride with just one snap.

Beau confronting me to tell Christian about how I disrespected his wife had opened my eyes and made me realize that I should at least be cautious with my words.

“I-I uhh..” I panicked. “I said she looks beautiful and gives me a run for my money on my birthday.”

“Yes, she is gorgeous.” Christian’s face lit up. “I still don’t know what I’ve done in my past life to get this lucky.”

“And you.” Christian eyed Beau. “You should greet your babies before that thing over there burns down this place.” He scolded him, referring to the Sala girl whose eyes grew darker by the second

“Yes.” Beau nodded like an obedient puppy and strolled off. The thought of him being an Alfonzo and taking orders from a Lamberti just didn’t

make sense to me.

Even then, I would instead argue with him if that meant I wouldn’t be forced to interact with a sober Christian.

He was not as fun anymore as he had been at the wedding-

Unsure of what to do, I grabbed a drink and pushed it into his hands. “Here!” I spoke. “Only if you want to, of course.”

“Sure.” He smiled. “It’s a nice party.”

“Thank you so much.”

He chuckled slightly at my polite answer. “And you look great.”

“Thank you, that’s nice of you.”

Christian repeated my words with a charming smile on his lips, showing me there was also a polite way of mocking me. The Alfonzo siblings could learn something from that.

“Cute.” He mumbled, making me look up in surprise. I wasn’t trying to be cute. I was trying to behave like a proper and respectful adult. The perfect daughter daddy trained me to be.

“I know it’s not easy to move to another city and start all over, but if you ever need any advice or someone to talk to—I’m only one call away.” Christian offered his guidance.

“That’s good to know.” I took a breath, knowing there was at least one person interested in my well-being. “I heard you took over your dad at a young age, so I’m sure we can relate.”

“I know. That’s why I want to look out for you.” Christian confirmed as he stared across the room. I followed his eyes and noticed Vince at Serena’s table. The two were laughing and slapping each other as if they had just discussed the funniest thing on earth.

Did it not bother Christian one bitt

Christian had an unbothered expression, showing me this didn’t affect him at all. “So, how is Vince treating you?” He took a sip from his drink.

“Good.”

I thought he was until his so-called friend exposed him for talking crap behind my back. Call me crazy, but I still believed there to be some misunderstanding.

“Good?” Christian spoke. “He better, and if he doesn’t, you’ll come to me—understand?”

My head moved in an instant nod. I felt guilty for what I said about his wife, and I felt sorry for him, but only for him. He appeared to be Serena’s number one fan, so I didn’t even want to think about what would happen if he knew the names I had called her. Would he still have my back?

“I heard you’re your dad’s most special treasure and a hard worker.” Christian praised me. I wasn’t born yesterday and knew almost all praises ended with an insult.

“Yes.”

“But you’re still very young and got a lot of growing up to do.”

There it was.

“I know you can’t wait to marry Vince, but you should think about whether you really want to tie the knot at such a young age and-”

“I’ve thought about it long enough, and this is what I want,” I spoke, determined. “I want to marry Vince.” I chose to believe what I wanted and brushed aside Beau’s warning.

A simple misunderstanding. That was all it was.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Then it’s good,” Christian spoke, surprised. By the looks of it, being a dad and marrying in his mid- twenties was not how Christian had planned his life. Even then, he clearly loved Serena and his children.

I was not the same. Unlike him, I wanted to get married, and I didn’t have the urge to live my life. All I wanted was to marry Vince, start a family, continue the family business-and trust me. I would get my

way.

Christian’s way of not questioning my words did something to my heart. He didn’t ask a hundred questions. He just listened and accepted my terms. “They said you were cold and angry, but I actually like

you.

“That’s funny. They said the same about you.” He pointed out. “It was actually Serena who encouraged me to come and talk to you.”

Serena?

I had become so sick of that name and was too tired to give a reaction. “Really?”

“Yes, she’s afraid the families might not take you seriously because you’re the Morales’s only daughter.”

Christian did not miss an opportunity to talk about his perfect wife. “She really admires you and thinks you’re a fresh breath of air?” He chuckled. “I think those were her words?”

She was right about that. I still didn’t like her, but I had to acknowledge her way of thinking. As the future head of the Morales and the Garcias-It would only be fair to take the compliment.

“What do you think?”

“Oh, whatever my wife thinks.” Christian sighed, grinning. “She was too scared to talk to you because she thinks you’re too intimidating.”

“Intimidating?”

Would it be because of the dress altercation? I’m sure Carmen must’ve twisted the story and told her sister a different version.

Christian shot me a look of curiosity. “You were born into this while she was brought into this.” He

clarified.