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

Chapter 382

Vincenzo

1 felt the cold breeze on my skin as Aria and I stepped into the warehouse, surrounded by several men.

At the center stood Christian, and behind him was a small group of his people, including Beau.

Christian's face twisted with anger as he yelled at AJ and CJ, who were kneeling on the ground. No one interfered. Ever since my father and Christian's crazy uncle had disappeared, things had returned to the way they were.

In the past, those two had been the biggest threats to the Lambertis.

Now, everyone felt threatened by the Lambertis again, and no one dared to disrespect them-rightfully so. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, making it hard to focus. I had come here hoping to find a peaceful solution with my long-time friend, but seeing the state he was in and the tension in the room made me doubt that possibility.

Aria broke the silence, adding fuel to the fire. I hadn't expected anything less from her.

"Are you two insane? Kneeling for this guy?" she asked, her voice dripping with dismay.

Ishifted uncomfortably, knowing that her big mouth might force me to choose between my loyalty to my wife or to Christian, who was like my brother. "Get up, both of you!"

AJ and CJ shared a look and carefully stood up from the floor, while Christian turned around to glare at both of us. His eyes were sharp, almost demanding that I do something about Aria's temper-but I didn't.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes to look away from me. "Little girl, I think it's best if you stay out of it." In that one sentence, it became clear what he really thought of Aria.

"L-Little girl!" Aria was at a loss for words. She searched for my eyes, but I lowered my head. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" She snapped.

I closed my eyes for a second, fearing that once I opened them, I would see the faces of all our men, who would view me as a coward. I was so intent on not being like Fabio that I had tried my hardest to be everything he hadn't raised me to be, but this felt wrong.

Christian walking in here, disrespecting me, my men, and even Aria, was not something I should have to accept. The old Vince would've never accepted that.

"Vince," Christian called my name, and my eyes shot open, while his searched for understanding. "I know it looks bad, but I have every reason to believe one of these men stole my daughter's necklace."

Aria nudged my shoulder, pressuring me to answer. "Vince, tell them we don't steal."

His gaze locked onto mine, and I hesitated for a moment. No, I didn't believe AJ or CJ would steal the necklace, and despite our relationship, I wouldn't betray my wife either. "They said they didn't do it, Christian," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Other than that one horrible occasion from years ago that I didn't like talking or thinking about, Christian and I had always had each other's back. He didn't bother me, I didn't bother him, nothing got in between our friendship, and it had been like that for years.

Christian's eyes narrowed. "Can you point out the two thieves who helped you with the delivery last time?" He asked, well aware that it was indeed the two men he accused of stealing.

I glanced at AJ and CJ, my stomach aching with unease. Yes, they were no saints-but those two wouldn't steal something if I allowed them to.

"It was those two, right? Christian's voice was filled with desperation. "Vince, I just want my daughter's necklace back, that's all."

As I looked at Beau, who stood behind Christian, my eyes begged him for help-but he turned away. Nowadays, Christian trusted him more than he trusted me. He had the privilege of being Serena's brother. If anything, he had the power to make Christian walk away, as he could encourage him to let us discuss it in private, but he didn't.

The guy who used to be so tough that others feared to approach him, known for his courage and temper, had turned into a coward under Christian's watch.

We were in the same boat now, and it made me open my eyes to certain things.

Christian was my best friend, my brother in arms, and yet I knew that my loyalty had to lie with Aria and our men, just as his loyalty would have lain with his family.

"We were there, but we didn't steal anything." AJ spoke up for himself as I was taking too long.

"Yes, that's insane!" CJ nodded abruptly. "We unloaded the boxes, signed them off—"Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"We didn't even have time to go to your office. The two went back and forth.

"How did you know it was taken from my office?" Christian questioned, but Aria cleared her throat to interfere.

Aria stepped forward, her eyes

flashing with anger. They said they

didn't do it, so we're sorry about your necklace-but I think it's time for you and your parasites to get out of here." Her words were like a slap in the face to someone like Christian, and the tension in the room escalated even more as our men laughed and stomped their feet in agreement.

"Tell him, boss!"

My heart raced as Christian turned back to me, his expression filled with hurt and anger. "Are you not going to do anything about it, Vince?" He asked "It's the necklace my father gave her when he took his last breath."

"Christian, let's go." Beau finally intervened, but it was already too late. "Let's take care of this some other ti

Christian raised his hand, silencing him in one go. "Vince?" He shrugged in disbelief. “What are you doing?"

"Look, what do you want me to do?" I asked, my voice strained.

"I want you to-Christian opened his mouth to respond, but Aria cut him off. "Get yourself a pair of magnifying glasses and search through heaven and earth to find some silly necklace, because

Christian Lamberti toldse m

you to do

Her sarcasm was met with laughter from our men, and I could see Christian's patience wearing thin.

He tried to ignore her, I could see it—but Aria seemed to enjoy all of this. "You better shut her up before 1 do it."

I held my tongue, knowing that speaking up now could damage my friendship with Christian.

“Aria?" Christian said her name, his expression furious.

"Yes, your majesty?" Aria responded with mockery.

“Cute." Christian chuckled at her behavior. “Weren't you also there the day of the transport?"

"I was, yes." Aria raised her brow.

"Could it be that you took the necklace to stir the pot?" Christian shared his theory. "An innocent joke that has turned into something unfortunate for my family and me."

"No." Aria scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Why would I need to stir the pot, Christian? Especially when you already talk about Vince behind his back."

Christian's face darkened, and he looked uneasy. "What are you talking about?" he scrun ched his nose. I could see the nervousness in his eyes, and I wondered what Aria was referring to.

Aria didn't hesitate to reveal what she meant. I remember hearing you say that both Vince and kneed someone to rely on. I have my dad, and Vince has you, Christian."

"What?" I whispered, confused, feeling a wave of hurt and betrayal wash over me.

Christian's eyes widened, and he avoided my gaze. "Give me back my daughter's necklace." His anger flared, and he drew his gun. Instantly, all of our men drew theirs as well, along with the group Christian had brought.

Without a second thought, I pushed Aria behind me, wanting to protect her from any potential harm. At the end of the day, she was still my wife, and it was my job to protect her.