His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 378

Chapter 378

Aria

“I’m the problem in this marriage?” His words made me chuckle. Last I remembered, he had not instructed me to stay put.

“Where did you get these things?” I reached out to touch his shoulder, but Vince stepped back.

“We have to go.”

“No, wait!” I called out, making him stop in his steps. “D-do you know how much money we can make selling those?”

“As well as put a target on our backs,” Vince said. “It wouldn’t be that much different from suicide.”

“Oh, my god.” I squealed. “This is like heaven!”

Vince wrapped his hand around my wrist. “Aria, let’s go.”

“Does your uncle know about this?” I placed my hands on top of his, my eyes begging him to give me an

answer.

No.

“I figured. If he did, you wouldn’t have to marry me.” I said my thoughts out loud. “If it’s respect and power you’re after, here’s your key.” My hands reached for one of the weapons.

“I’m not-

“Boom.” I winked, pointing it at him. “Enough to blow up a household.”

Bothered, Vince placed his hand on top of the trigger as he lowered my hand and took away the weapon. “That’s why I’m trying to keep them away from people like you.”

“People like me?” I pointed to myself. “Right, because the Garcias are model citizens.” He was one to talk.

Vince huffed, probably knowing there was nothing else for him to add.

“Come on. We’re going.” He roughly grabbed my hand, only for me to free myself from his grip.

“Why would you want to live in Christian’s shadow-when all of this is enough to surpass the Lambertis?”

“I don’t want to surpass anyone,” Vince spoke humbly, shaking his head. “Certainly not, my friend.”

“I know he would’ve.”

“Aria_please.”

It was the truth. Christian Lamberti did not seem like the type to back down from doing anything to please his friend.

“Arial” Vince squeezed my hand, staring into my eyes. Not going to lie. He looked pretty hot-but I was convinced his head was empty.

Why would he not want to be on top?

“You can’t tell anyone about this-do you understand?”

I grinned at his seriousness. “Yes, Vince, daddy.”

“Stop.” Vince sighed, frustrated. “Aria, I’m not kidding. I’m serious.” He spoke. “It’d be better to keep something like this to ourselves.”

“Good.”

“These weapons are dangerous.”

“I know.”

“They can’t fall into the wrong hands

“Don’t worry.” I nodded my head. “You’re my husband. I respect you-and I won’t tell a soul.”

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“And there were like endless containers!” I paced back and forth, telling Anthony about my findings.

It was late at night, and like always, he was in my room to discuss my day. He sat on the end of my bed, taking in every word.

“All containers are full of those rare weapons?” He asked. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

Vince told me not to tell anyone, but Angelo was a special case. I trusted him, and he was the one who had encouraged me to take a look at the basement in the first place.

“He didn’t say much about where he got it from, obviously is trying to keep me out of it-but those things can make us a fortune,”

“Why do you think he doesn’t want to do anything with it?”

“Because of Christian.” There was no doubt about it.

“Lamberti?”

“Yes.” I nodded, thinking about their brotherhood. “Those two, together with Serena’s brother, are like in a polyamorous relationship.” Had I not known otherwise, I would’ve thought they were the ones married. “Vince doesn’t want to outdo that family.”

“Because he doesn’t have a reason to.” Angelo shrugged.

“Sorry?”

“I know you’ve just been here for a while-but if it weren’t for Christian, Vince would probably not even be alive.” He shared a part of Vince’s life he wouldn’t talk about. “When everything went down, and all families turned their back on anyone having to do something with the Garcias-Christian remained by his side.”

“Was it really that bad?” I wondered as I tried to find every reason not to feel guilty about all of this. He wouldn’t have been alive? What the hell was that all about?

“A-are you talking about the coma?” I wondered. “When Fabio shot Vince?”

“I wish I was.” Angelo whispered. “Let’s just drop it. That’s not for me to tell.”

I felt an uncomfortable feeling down my stomach. The thought of Vince hurting and not being there to comfort him broke my heart.

I was not there, but Christian was

“So they’re that close.”

“He stayed with him while he was in a coma, took care of him, dropped everything to help him get healthy-so his loyalty is understandable.”

A deep sigh left my lips. “So it’s a lost cause?”

“No, not really.” Angelo shook his head. “You just have to convince him enough to look past Christian and sell those weapons.

“How?” It was easier said than done. “You just told me Vince believes he owes him his life.”

“Well, easy. Make sure they don’t get along.”

“Keep talking.”

“Steal something valuable, frame the Garcias-and see if Christian won’t do anything.” Angelo worked out his plan. “He would have to because everyone depends on him. Same for Vince.”

“You’ve got it all figured out-don’t you?” A delighted smile appeared.

Why couldn’t I have thought about it myself?

The only way to stop their friendship would be to involve the business.

I grabbed two glasses and filled them with wine before handing one to Angelo.