His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383

Vincenzo

“I’ve never disrespected you or your wife, so please don’t come in here and disrespect mine either. He had taken it too far.

“You’ve never disrespected us?” Christian questioned with a smile. “Then what about you disrespecting our marriage by eyeing her like she’s some meal every second, or you trying to kill all of us when you turned full-on maniac and went on a rampage?”

The men behind Christian chuckled, and I felt the sting of his words. He could take my feelings for Serena however he wished; I didn’t care about that. But everyone knew my past was a sensitive subject, and hearing him of all people bring it up like that was like a knife to my heart.

I glanced at Beau, who lowered his head in shame. Even the one who was there at my lowest point stood and watched without putting an end to it.

Christian seemed to realize the impact of his words, and his expression softened. T’m sorry, Vince. I just want my father’s necklace back.” His words sounded sincere, but the damage had already been done.

“No, no-I understand,” I replied, pretending his words hadn’t affected me. “We will find your necklace.”

Good. That’s all I’m asking. Christian said, his voice still strained.

“In the meantime, you should leave. I doubt any of them would confess with you and your….parasites. I couldn’t help but glare at him.

Christian chuckled, clearly offended. “I’m glad you’ve got your priorities straight, Vince. Just remember, we’ve always had a tight friendship, and you have all of this because the Lambertis allowed you to have it,

“How could I?” I almost spoke through gritted teeth. It was hard to forget when he reminded me of it every damn second.

Christian gave me a nod and slowly walked forward to give me an awkward pat, then he walked away and took all his men with him.

Beau lingered for a moment, looking guilty. “He’s just stressed, you know how much that necklace means to him,” he defended Christian.

“Right, I narrowed my eyes, my frustration growing. I never made up excuses for my past actions, neither should be.

“He shouldn’t have treated you the way he did, and I don’t agree with a word he just said,” Beau said. “I thought you should know that.”

“Then why didn’t you speak up when you had the chance?”

Beau let out an exhausted sigh. “Goodbye, Vince.” He ignored my question and followed his new people. leaving me to my thoughts.

As Christian and his men drove off, my own men began talking badly about him, whistling and laughing with Aria joining in. Truly, I felt bothered by the situation. I cared for little Siena; I knew how much the necklace meant to them, but I knew AJ and CJ weren’t responsible for the theft.

“If any of you got a bit too ambitious and stole Siena Lamberti’s necklace, you can put it right there on the desk before midnight,” I said out loud. my eyes fixed on every single man. “It will be anonymous, so there won’t be any consequences.”

“Thank you, boss,” they all replied in unison.

I met Aria’s gaze, giving her a small nod, and she linked her arm with mine. As I looked at Aria, my thoughts returned to her accusation from before. Christian’s face when she called him out was full of guilt, proving she was right.

It bothered me.

It made my skin crawl.

“We should go.” Aria whispered, nudging my shoulder. “Give…. the guilty one the opportunity to put back the necklace?”

As we drove back home, the silence between us was palpable. My mind was still filled with thoughts of Christian’s words, and I couldn’t shake the hurt I felt.

It wasn’t pain over his words, no. It was pain for letting myself come to this. A weak and fragile leader, waiting for everyone’s help. My uncle, my brother, Christian-and even Aria.

I was in pain because he was right.

I was weak.

“Did he really say that about me?” I broke the silence, seeking some kind of confirmation.