Chapter 369
His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies
Vincenzo The three of us sat silently around the table: me, Joe Coreo, and his tempered daughter, who had thrown a cake at me.
I had invited them over to talk, but it was really bothering Morales. Showing family they were not the boss over me was a priority, especially after that stunt Aria had pulled yesterday.
The second she mentioned my father, something inside me snapped, yet I remained calm. Making a fuss would make me look like the crazy one, and the Garcias desperately tried to remove that image.
Unlike Aria, I was willing to fight my battles and did not need guidance from someone like Angelo Marino.
All that crap about how I should be grateful to receive her hand in marriage was bull that had undoubtedly come from his mouth. It sounded like something a Marino would say, and all of them were the same. There was no exception.
I shouldâve punched him yesterday, something to show him not to cross me-but I didnt to lose control and become like my father.
Angelo and I were playing two different leagues. He was just âone of many grand who held no power-while I was about to become the head of two families.
Fighting the weak would make me look pathetic.
Instead, I would use my voice to fight for the weak and ensure these innocent families-such Correos-would not get bullied under my watch.
As for Aria?
I had visited her home, feeling nothing but hatred, and left, feeling sorry for her. She was a string puppet who did not know any better. It was as clear as crystal that whenever someone fed her their wrong opinion, she would do a right-click, saveâ and wait for the right moment to use it.
Luckily, it was not too late to fix her, and I would be the one to do that for her.
âI want to apologize for my daughterâs actions.â Joe spoke for the first time, clearing his throat.
He nudged the angry-looking woman next to him, encouraging her to apologize. An apology wouldnât fix anything; a cake in my face was the least of my concerns.
At the moment, it was Aria and our marriage. Repairing her malfunctioning brain would take some time.
âIâm sorry,â Liviaâs eyes bored into mine.
I had not forgotten her name. How could I?
The adorable way she carried herself had managed to bring a smile to my face..
Livia wasnât a tough person and I could see right through her.
Behind that Emmy-worthy look hid a warm person, tired and stressed-but still looking out for her family. If anyone could relate to her, it had to be me.
It was amusing, but at the same time. I felt the urge to tell her to watch herself. Not everyone would be as unbothered as me, and getting into it with the wrong person, someone unstable like Aria, could cost her her life.
Livia rolled her eyes. âIâm sorry that youâre an idiot and that youâre so full of yourself that youâve invited us over, fishing for an apology-â
âLivia!â Joe called out his daughterâs name.
âNo, thatâs okay.â I didnât have the time or energy to get into it. âI must admit, I am an idiot, and I canât argue with that.â
At last, I pulled up the envelope filled with the cash Joe Coreo owed the Morales and gently placed it on the table. âBut I didnât invite you over to make you apologize,â I explained. âI should be the one apologizing, and I want to do so by paying off your debtâ
In a flash, Joe Coreo snatched the envelope from the table and opened it to look at the cash. âI-I canât believe this!â The man gasped, counting the money.
His daughter placed his hand on top of his, shaking her head. âDad, donât take it. You know what these people are like.â
These people?
Her words seemed to have done something as Joe distanced himself from the money and pushed the cash back into my hands. âIâm sorry, but I canât accept this.â He spoke above a whisper.
He wanted it just as badly as I wanted him to have it He needed it.
âItâs yours.â
Livia scoffed. âWe said we donât want it.â
âTake it!â
For how long would she stick to this act?
âItâs an order.â
âAn order?â Livia said, disgusted. âWho does he think he is-the king?â
âNo-no, not an order!â I took back the words, which sounded like something my friend, Christian Lamberti, would say. âA gift.â
There was no need to tell Joe twice, and before I could even blink, the envelope was back into his grip. âHow can I ever repay you?â The man smiled ear to ear Seeing how he had swallowed his pride and was able to accept the money mustâve meant this man had gone through a lot.
âIâm not like my father or my fiancée.â I lowered my head, too ashamed to look them in the eyes.
âBut I do have one request.â
âI heard your daughter is a tutor?â After collecting information about the Coreo, I found out Livia was a private tutor for several wealthy families, capable of getting anyone accepted to the most prestigious universities.
Luis was only in middle school, but after seeing his horrendous grades, I knew he was in need of a tutor, and I was willing to give him the best.
âBeauty and brains.â Joe smiled proudly, praising his daughter. âSheâs the best.â
âIâm sure she is.â I agreed. âIâve been thinking about homeschooling my brother, and I have yet to find him a tutor âI will stop you right here.â Livia sighed, brushing her hair with her fingers. âItâs not going to work, and Iâm fully booked-Iâm sorry.â
Forcing her to become Luisâ teacher wouldnât do any good and was exactly the path I did not want to take. It wasnât my meaning to scare people away. âDonât worry about it.â I accepted her words.
âItâs okay.
âLivia-he saved our bakery.â Joe tried persuading his daughter. âFrom what Iâve seen, Vincenzo is indeed not like his father or Oscar. He seems like an honest man.â
Great, that was my only wish.
I didnât want to be compared to that man, and I sure didnât want to be like my father-in-law.
âItâs alright, sir-really.â I handed Livia a Business Card. âBut if you do happen to change your mind-
please give me a call,â I said. âAnd whatever youâre earning right now? Iâll triple it.â
Liviaâs eyes widened briefly; I guessed it was because of the money. âI have a baby.â She blurted.
âSeven months old poops and cries all day.â
âThen you can take him with you,â I spoke, hoping she would change her mind. She could have ten babies for all I cared. All I wanted was a good tutor for my brother.
Liviaâs cheeks flushed red, and she leaned her head on her chin. âWhy me?â She studied me, searching for an answer.
Itâs because after stalking you and your clients, Iâve come to the perfect conclusion that you might be the right fit.
âI like your way of thinking.â I pointed out, smirking. That whole the peopleâs speech of yours?â
Joe followed our conversation, puzzled.
âYou should really run for president with that one!â
Teasing the girl was probably not the right strategy to recruit her as a tutor, but I couldnât help. That one had me chuckling for hours, and judging by her sheepish smirk, she felt the same way.
Joe beamed. âIt seems like that speech of hers got through to you-so I would love to hear it one day.â
âNo!â Livia shook her head. âAbsolutely not!â She spoke, gasping. âPlease donât bring that up ever again- and Iâll think about your offer.â
âThank you.â I clutched my heart, trying to appear at that extra level of gratitude. I didnât want to compare the three-but Liviaâs way of speaking made me want to learn more about her, the same I had with Serena. Meanwhile, Aria Morales made me want to disappear.
I wouldâve loved to keep my word and had truly intended on making the whole marriage thing work, but now I couldnât see that happening anymore.
âIâm afraid youâll have to excuse us. Weâve got a stressful week ahead.â Livia locked her arm with Joeâs, testing me with a mischievous look in her eyes.
Usually, I was the one excusing people and not the other way around. Still, behind that serious expression, I could see a small smile, hinting she was playing with me.
âSo do I.â I said. âSo donât worry about it-I was going to excuse you either way.â
Livia rolled her eyes, curling her lips. âThank you so much, Sir Vincenzo Garcia.â She squinted her eyes. âWeâre so thankful youâve decided to let us go so you can terrorize the city and steal everyoneâs hard- worked money.â
âLivia!â Joc scolded his daughter, sending me into fits of laughter. âS-she d-didnât-â
âItâs okay.â I told him, appreciating his daughterâs sarcasm. As dangerous as it was, her lack of fear amused me. âIâll give you my number. Please think about my offer.â
âI will.â
âThank you.
âBy the way, if youâre not occupied shooting people and burying their bodies in the woods, what is it that youâre doing?â Livia asked, folding her arms. Joe, who had already given up on protecting his daughter, sighed deeply and buried his head in his hands.
âItâs something a bit more terrifying than that. The thought of Aria and our marriage made me want to delete my existence.
âIâm getting married.â