Chapter 367
His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies
Aria Just two more days.
Forty-eight hours and I would officially become a married woman-a wife.
After my talk with Vince, all hope had returned, and I was still prepared to fight for his heart.
According to him, I was not that bad, and I didnât see that as a rejection.
I could only see it as a sign to change into the loving wife he wanted me to be.
âQuit dreaming.â Angelo pushed my shoulder.
âI wasnât, I spoke, looking out the car window.
Angelo Marino had been following me around for hours, telling me what to do and what not to do, how to look and How not to look. Angelo was loud, talkative, curious, and anything but shy.
I couldnât even take a shit without him guarding the door.
After persuading mom to at least let me take part in one activity, she agreed to let me do the cake testing. Despite the short timeline, mom had found someone who was up for the challenge and could create her dream wedding cake in days.
She was in charge of everything, including flying over my awful cousins and her friendsâ daughters to be my bridesmaids.
âThanks for joining me.â I ended up thanking Angelo. He was a bit annoying, but still-he didnât have to be here. âI know itâs not that exciting, but..â
Angelo pulled a shocked expression. âNot exciting? Are you kidding me? I love cake!â
âYou do?â
âI do.â He nodded. âIâm not here because of you-Iâm here for the cake.â
I thought his words were a joke, but once we had started the tasting, I wasnât that sure anymore.
While I stuffed my mouth with small and innocent bites, Angelo stuffed his face with different cakes.
âHmm, these people arenât joking around with their recipes.â He burped loudly, making me bury my head in embarrassment.
Angelo frowned. âWhat?â He asked. âHave you never heard anyone burp before?â
I shot up my head. âAre you challenging me?â
âWhat if I am?â
Aria Morales was not the one to turn down a challenge. For a second, I forgot everything mom and dad taught me and released a loud burp.
Shocked by my actions, I covered my mouth and quickly looked around to ensure no one noticed.
The room was filled with the sound of Angeloâs loud laughter.
âWhat was that?â He cackled. âOscar said youâre supposedly this perfect, well-behaved lady.â
âI still am!â
I bet the expression on my face looked uncomfortable, but the feeling was otherwise. It was not that easy for me to be myself around people, let alone burp-but with Angelo, it just felt different.
He was of no relevance to me, a fool-so I didnât care how heâd see me. I didnât have to pretend around him.
âI think itâs better to just focus on the tasting.â
âIf you say so.â Angelo picked up his spoon and scooped a big piece of cake. âYou should taste this one.â
Forced, I opened my mouth to taste the cake, trying to figure out the taste. âStrawberry?â
âNo, stupid.â Angelo tapped his spoon on my lip and leaned in closer. âItâs obviously raspberry.â
I laughed at my stupidity and covered my face, embarrassed. âI knew that. I was just kidding.â I spoke. âAnyway, which oneâs your favorite?â
âThe last one.â
âI agree,â I said, just wanting to get it over with. Iâll take this one.â
What was the point of doing all this when I wasnât even here with my so-called fiancé?
No matter how grateful I was for Angeloâs presence-he wasnât supposed to be the one sitting here.
The sulky look on my face mustâve caught Angeloâs attention because he had dropped everything he was doing and turned his chair to face me.
âCan I ask you something?â He asked as I automatically reached for a napkin to clean his dirty mouth. âYouâve got such a nice future ahead. Why Vince?â
Displeased with the question, I closed my eyes for a second but did not stop wiping his mouth. The Marinos disliked the Garcias, but somehow I wanted to believe Angelo had nothing against Vince. I wanted to believe that he was different from his family.
Why Vince?
Just because.
âI love him.â I didnât stutter. He didnât love me. He told me he would never fall for me-but I didnât mind.
I loved him, and I would fight for his heart until he felt the same.
âYou love him?â The side of Angeloâs lips curled.
âDo you even know what that means?â He raised his brow.
I opened my mouth to give him an answer, but I could not find the words.
Love?
What does it mean?
It was a question I hadnât thought about, and I could not explain it. All I knew was that I wanted Vince in my life, and wasnât that good enough?
âI justâ¦want to be with him,â I whispered. âWhy, are you going to start advising that he isnât good enough for me?â
Angelo had a stupid smirk on his lips and shrugged his shoulders.
âIf this is about you being uncomfortable living on Garcia territory, donât worry.â I laughed nervously.
âItâll be Garcia-Morales.â
Dad ensured half the Morales employees would transfer to Vinceâs mansion, so we wouldnât be outnumbered. It served as another way for him to control our marriage, and although I disagreed, I was okay with it.
âWhy isnât Vince here with you?â Angelo finally dropped the bomb.
After my talk with Vince, I feared coming off as annoying, immature, childish, or pushy, I was afraid of rejection and didnât ask him to join me. He wouldâve made up an excuse anyway.
âIs that really your business?â I snarled at Angelo, who was taken aback.
âWhen I see you entering the house, crying-then, yes.â He raised his voice a little. âIâm making it my business.â
Defeated, I lowered my head. That night Vince took me back home. Angelo, who had noticed the tears in my eyes, didnât say a word. He shut his mouth, gave me a water bottle, wiped my tears, and called it a day.
Vince had also wiped my tears, but only because he didnât get the chance to say everything he had to say.
âYouâre the one doing him a favor.â Angelo gave me a lot to think about.
He was right. I was doing him a favor, but he was the one with all the complaints. Forcing him to marry me was wrong-but all the other stuff?
Angelo sighed, resting his hand in my hair.
âRemember that you are in charge in this relationship. He needs you. You pull the strings-so donât let him get away with everything-
âYou really think so?â I asked to make sure I wasnât going crazy. Vince was handsome, charming, and honestâbut I could also tell he was a natural-born leader who wanted everything to go his way.
He wanted me to sit back and watch how he did absolutely nothing. According to several sources, he was too soft. He didnât do anything for the Garcia business. He didnât know who was working for him, wether they were good, loyal-nothing.
Vince was a party animal, surrounded by the most beautiful women, and even after hearing all of that-I had still defended him.
I can fix him.â
âThose are just rumors.â
âHeâs a good person with a good heart.â
What had he actually done for me?
Was it really love, or was it desire?
Did I even want to marry him?
âI believe you have to be more confident.â Angelo grabbed a piece of cake and pushed it in my face, leaving me startled.
Only idiots would do something stupid like that.
âAnd now my hair is ruined!â I complained, getting up from my chair. It was an excellent excuse to walk away from this situation.
âI need to clean this-and do not follow me.â
âYou should laugh more often. It suits you.â Angelo spoke in the car. We were on our way back home.
âI do smile.â I said, lying to his face. Other than the fabricated smile mom and dad had forced upon me. I could barely remember the last time I had felt any joy True joy.
âI had this different image of you, but you keep surprising me.â
âWhat image?â
âI donât know⦠I thought youâd be stiff and boring.â Angeloâs words were as honest as always.
âStiff and boring?â I sat up straight, pretending not to be hurt. Those words had been haunting me for years, and I had done everything I shouldnât have to prove people wrong.
Angelo stretched his arms, leaning back. âThatâs what all the guys said about you.â
âThatâs funny,â I spoke. âAnd what more did these guys say about me?â
âHmm, let me think.â Angelo bit his lip. âThey said you were a virgin because youâll not allow any man to touch you.â
Sure, because why not?
âIâm glad to be leading such a women-friendly environment.â I gave Angelo a sarcastic nod.
He tapped my leg, making me look at him. âSo are you?â His eyes were forcing an answer out of me.
âNo.â I blinked.
Angelo shrugged his shoulder. âFigured.â He said. âAnd just so you know, I do not agree with them.â
It was his own way of trying to make me feel better. âI like you.â
I gasped, clutching my heart. âThank you.â I squealed sarcastically. âKnowing you like me makes me feel so much better.â
His acceptance felt like nothing to me. Thatâs how much I cared.
âWhen is the last time youâve been in a real relationship?â As expected, Angelo continued his interrogation. âNot a forced one like with-
I gave him a look, threatening him not to finish that sentence. âI donât think Iâve ever been in a real relationship.â The truth left my mouth. âI guess the idea of me taking over my dad makes men feel threatened.â
Throughout the years, Iâve dated several guys, but none of them caught my interest. None of them gave me the feeling I had when I first met Vince.
My dream man had his fair share of flaws, but that didnât change my feelings. Vince was one of the few who hadnât said anything downgrading about a woman leading the business.
âHow about you?â I wondered, observing Angelo. He didnât ping me like the relationship type.
âI just got dumped.â He said, embarrassed.
âYou did?â
Angelo had great looks with an okay personality. He was rich and asked many questions, but overall, he was fun to hang around with. Who in their right mind would dump him?
âWeâre here.â He pointed outside, eager to step out of the car.
âYou do not have to run away from the subject!â I teased, slapping his shoulder as I followed him.
âBe careful.ââ Angelo lifted the box in his hands, looking worried. âIf these cupcakes touch the ground, youâre buying me new ones!â
âNew ones?â I mocked him, opening the front door. He was so odd. Just everything about him made me laugh. From the way, he spoke to the way he observed others and carried himself.
âYes, new- Angelo stopped in his steps, staring straight ahead while I followed his eyes. In the hall stood Vince, with his arms crossed, waiting for my arrival. I mean-I think he was.
âVince?â I smiled, brightly. I hadnât texted him because I didnât want to annoy him-yet here he was.
But why?