His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371

Aria

It had been three days since the wedding, and Vince had yet to say a word to me. Ever since the ceremony he had ignored me like the plague, and I knew I deserved it

What the hell was wrong with me?

Why did I have to open my big mouth and call him Vincenz Morales?

Sleeping in separate rooms was not what I had in mind for marriage, nor was Vincent’s coming home late every night, making sure he didn’t have to see me.

Lais, who rolled his eyes at me whenever he got the chance, locked himself in the room because he didn’t want to be in the same space as me. The only ones keeping me company were Angelo, who had gone away on a family trip, and the maids.

Mom and dad, who had finally retired, had treated themselves to a nice vacation and were out of sight.

I felt lonely, broken, neglected, and regretted ever marrying Vince-but it was too late to turn back.

Due to dad’s latest request, I sent Vince a text, telling him it was time to work on our family’s future.

That was why he needed me to marry him-right? So I could fix his meu? Because it had been days, but he had still not opened his mouth about the business.

Angelo was kind enough to tell me that Vince had visited some warehouses and businesses with his men, leaving out the Morales,

I was only good enough for him to use my name, and that was it.

Our people were trying to deal with these changes, Vince owned half of the Morales, and still, he didn’t want anything to do with us. What a leader.

Pacing back and forth, I waited outside of his bedroom, determined not to let him escape this time. There was no point in merging our families if we were going to do everything separately.

My heart stopped in my chest as the door opened, revealing a half-naked Vince with only a towel wrapped around his lower body.

“Yes?” He leaned against the door. “Is there something I can do for you?”

With a dry mouth. I lowered my eyes to his sculptured abs, fresh water dripping down his body. Why was I here again?

-1-1__1-I’m here because-

“Yes, this is not working.” Vince smacked the door in my face. “I’m putting on some clothes-stay there!”

My jaw dropped at his rudeness. I knew he didn’t like me-but smacking a door in my face?

Hot abs or not, Vincenzo Garcia was a prick, and I was done trying to make him fall for me.

I had a lot to offer, and if he didn’t want me-that was his problem. For now, my only focus was strengthening our families and creating a household name in the city.

“So, that’s better.”“ Vincenzo exhaled, opening the door again.

Biting my lip, I took a peek at his gray sweatpants. I wasn’t trying to be creepy, but it was difficult to ignore the obvious bulge through his sweatpants. Didn’t guys get the memo they were banned from wearing those?

“Congratulations, lucky bird.” One of my cousins said to me at my wedding. Rumor has it Vincenzo Garcia is packing.”

He sure was-but how much exactly?

“Arial” Vince furrowed, locking his hands in front of him to cover the damage.

“Jesus, I’m sorry!” Looking like a creep was the last thing I wanted-but I guess it was too late. Trying to pretend like I hadn’t just pictured him naked, I rolled my shoulders and held my head high. “I’m going wherever you’re going today.”

Vince blinked. “Says who?”

“Your wife,” I informed him. “Because….whether you like it or not, I’m still your wife, and I’m just as much the boss as you are.”

“You can come with me if you want to.” He surprised me as I had already prepared my following argument, but that wouldn’t be necessary. “I’m having lunch with Serena and Christian. After that, I’ll be heading over to the Garcia factory for some business-

“Great-we’ll do that, and you also owe me dinner sometime this week.” I completed his schedule. “If you care about your family and want our people to get along-you should know they need to see us together.”

“Ok.”

If there was one thing the people in this town were good at, it was gossip. I didn’t want word to get out about how Vince and I despised each other. That wouldn’t be good for business.

It wasn’t true anyway-at least not from my side.

“Were you going to do all of that in those sweats?” I breathed, thinking about ‘the’ distraction.

“No,” Vince said. “I was going to change clothes.”

“Wear a suit.” Since he didn’t want to be with me either way, there was no point in me trying to sugarcoat it. “People will take you more seriously wearing a suit.”

“Fine, I will.” Vince didn’t argue, taking my advice.

“And don’t drive yourself. It makes you look like a cheap aspirant.” There was no point in stopping now. “You have a driver-use him.”

This time Vince let out an unimpressed huff, disagreeing with my ways. “I don’t want to push him around like a dog.

“Vince, he’s getting paid.” I refreshed his memory. “I know he’s getting a large sum of money because I’ve seen the contracts.”

“Of course you have.” Vince scoffed, a bored smile plastered on his lips.

“Yes, and we’ll be getting to that because those terms look ridiculous.” I used the exact words as Angelo, who told me to address the issue to my husband. “Letting people get out of the business whenever they please-so they can do what? Run to the FBI and bring us all down with them?”

“Maybe that’ll be my escape from this marriage.” A whisper left his mouth, which wasn’t for me to hear.

It felt as if a thousand daggers had gone through my heart. “What was that?” My voice cracked, daring him to repeat those words.

“Nothing.” Vince spat. “I’ll go wear a suit. You wait downstairs.” The door got smacked in my face for the

second time.

“Thank you for looking out for me, Aria. I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

Why couldn’t I just have a husband like that? According to everyone, Vince’s only error was the Garcia name. Others called him a gentleman, charming, ambitious-but I couldn’t see any of that.

They must’ve been mistaken.

I walked downstairs, past the maids, to the living area to show my presence which was a standard morning

routine,

Growing up in the Morales household, I learned that I should always appear with a smile and reassure the maids that everything is well and that the household remains intact.

Unfortunately, fooling everyone while having a husband and a brother-in-law who made sure I knew I wasn’t welcome had become a double effort.

Looking out of the window, I noticed Luis sitting at the table as he read a book in the garden. Intending to be talkative for once, I made my way outside and joined Luis.

“Hey, good morning!” I greeted him, reminding myself not to pet his head like a puppy.

“Morning.” Luis mumbled, pressing his lips into a thin line.