His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385

Vincenzo

Fabio High School Diary 3-

I said it would happen, and it did.

Yesterday, father told me that after graduation, I was to marry the transfer student-Snooper.

I had no say in any of this, and all of it has already been decided. She’s not a good person.

Now I don’t feel like writing anymore…

I let out an unexpected sound of laughter, reading through Fabio’s old journal. To think that he had once been just like any other teen, dealing with parental pressure and decision he didn’t want to make, was quite amusing.

To think that the same man who hadn’t cracked a laugh with me before his passing, turned out to be such a comedian, made it all even funner.

The woman he had mentioned, Snooper, somehow intrigued me, as she reminded me of Aria.

Someone who would stop at the cost of nothing, to get her way.

As far as I was concerned, Mom was Fabio’s first wife, which made me curious about how that woman was doing at the moment. She had surely dodged a bullet.

One I couldn’t avoid.

Literally.

I closed the diary, leaning back in my chair, and let my mind wander back to the events of that day.

The day Fabio shot me because I chose Christian over him, only to get stabbed in the back by him-just like he had warned me.

Even back then, I learned that Christian only went back to save me because Serena told him so. Had it not been for her, he would’ve let me die-just like that.

He didn’t value our friendship.

He never had, and the altercation at the warehouse proved my point.

After gathering my thoughts, I headed downstairs when I saw Aria sitting at the kitchen table as if she had been waiting for me.

Looking at the state she was in, I was unsure whether she had gotten any sleep. Her eye bags were visible, but so was her signature smile.

“Morning,” I greeted her, taking the seat across from her.

“Vince!” she responded enthusiastically, then she leaped out of her chair to pull me into a warm hug. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” I answered, slightly pushing her away. After all the trouble she had caused, I didn’t know where she found the courage to wrap her arms around me.

“I went to the warehouse and grabbed the necklace first thing in the morning.” She pointed out, reaching for the small object in her pocket.

“Here you go.”

“Here I go.” I grabbed the necklace, making a thin line with my lips.

Perhaps I didn’t choose the right choice of words last night when I thanked her’ for stealing the necklace.

It was all a misunderstanding.

I was glad she opened my eyes about Christian but regarding the necklace? I was pissed as it was once again proof of her immature behavior.

She made me sick to my stomach, yet I couldn’t help but pity her because I knew she didn’t know any better.

Aria lacked that small thing called compassion, and it wasn’t her. It was her upbringing.

Fabio raised me the same way, but luckily I had enough people around me to know that was not the right way.

“I’ve read through the journals, just like you’ve instructed me to,” Aria said, her voice filled with excitement. “And I think I have it all planned out!”

“Great,” I replied, watching her walk back to her seat. “So, what’s this big plan of yours?”

“We have to put together a new team.”

“A new team?” I shrugged. “We have plenty of people. Why would we need to put together a new team?”