Female Novel
Chapter 366
Chapter 366
Vincenzo
“Great, now I have to look for a tutor,” I mumbled, dragging my feet to Luis’ room.
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I found myself in front of a closed door. “Luis, we need to talk!” I knocked but got no answer in return.
“Lu-
“Don’t.” My brother yelled back. “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it. I don’twant to hear your apology.”
Where was Nic when you needed him? The same prick who had been so busy saying goodbye tofriends was the only one who could handle Luis’ problematic behavior.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Just tell me how I can fix it. “I tried getting ari’answer. “Comeon. let’s talk about it!”
“I don’t want to talk because you don’t know how to talk-you only know how to yell,” Luis called back.“You can come and talk to me when I feel like talking to you.”
Although I wasn’t the only one at fault, I felt terrible for what I had done and wanted to put it behind usso we could find a solution.m
Luis changed a lot, and I wondered when I began losing control over him. Was it because I was notstrict enough? Because I kept myself busy with women and parties instead of my brother?
“I’ll make it up to you.” I sighed. “I promise.”
“Good!” Luis snarled. “You can start by not camping in front of my door!” He said. “And get mesomething to cat…maybe?”
To end our feud, I called every bakery in the area, hoping to find Luis’ favorite pastry.
As expected, they were all sold out in all but one bakery, and I placed an order to pick them up straight
away.
Not even ten minutes later-I walked the streets of the rundown neighborhood. The city had alwaysbeen noticeably divided, and it felt awful.
The thick graffiti on the walls, broken windows, and poorly built houses contrasted with my perfectlywhite suit.
It was an area where many acquaintances recruited the younger boys trying to make a living, but I washeavily against it.
Not because I cared so much for their education, but because the late Fabio Garcia had planted in myhead that they were not trustworthy, immature, and easily persuaded by the authorities.
The Morales shared different values and didn’t care where they got people from, as long as they didtheir jobs-and that was something I could already tell we were going to butt heads on.
As I entered the bakery, my arrival was announced by the sound of a bell. Immediately the two faces
behind the counter turned to me.
“Welcome-can I help you?” One of the women asked while the one beside her had lowered her head.Work was a terrible thing, to who would blame her?
I smiled as the woman grew a blush on her cheeks, pushing her strands of jet-black hair behind herears. “I-I mean, a-are you in the right place?’
It must’ve been the suit.
“Yes, I am,” I spoke in a friendly tone. “Pick up for Vincenzo Garcia-”
“Garcia?” The other woman looked up, glaring at me. The stare in her light-brown eyes was anythingbut friendly, but her beauty left me speechless.
I chuckled, looking back and forth between the two women who almost seemed identical, figuring theymust’ve been sisters. One was friendly and welcoming, and the other fearless and intimidating.
“Do you know Vincenzo Garcia?” The one with the attitude asked, placing her hand on her hip.
My name wasn’t unknown around here. Some made me out to be a monster; others claimed thatdespite being a carbon copy of that man-I was nothing like my late father.
This one had most likely heard great things about me and wished for an introduction.
I grew a proud smile on my lips and straightened my suit. “Well, yes, I’ve heard of him.” I played along.
“Okay.” The woman grabbed a cake from the display, smirking. “In that case.” She raised the dessert.“You can tell him to kiss this ass.”
Not even getting the chance to realize what was going on, the cake got pushed in my face. “No, buthe’s got some nerve sending his people over to pick up some pastries!” The cake was still pressedagainst my face until the other woman pulled away her hand.
“Livia, don’t!” She cried out as I froze in my spot.
“Stay out of it, Paloma!” She sneered. “I’m doing this for the good of the family!” I got a finger pointed inmy face. Well, from what I could see-because my eyes were covered with cream.
“This bakery is the heart of our family and this neighborhood. It brings the people joy!” I got attacked forsome reason. “When our dad went into business with you, you devils who have been leeching andthreatening all of us—he thought you would help him and not leave him with a debt he can’t pay!”
Our dad? So this was indeed a family issue.
Was this one of Garcia’s side businesses?
Was this uncle’s doing?
What the hell was going on here?
“Livia, stop. That’s enough!” Paloma grabbed her sister by her waist, trying to stop her from talking-butshe wouldn’t stop, and maybe I didn’t want her to-because I was lost.
“It’s one thing to demand the money we don’t have-but to threaten to kill a man’s daughters?” Livialshrugged herself out of her sister’s grip. “How dares hel
“Sir, I’m so so sorry!” Paloma bowed her head, ashamed. “Please tell Vincenzo Garcia that it won’thappen again.”
“What?” I raised my brow, remembering they did not know who I was. I was scared to imagine whatwould’ve happened had she learned it was the real deal standing in front of her-the one and only devil.
“Fuck you, fuck your people, and fuck Vincenzo Garcia!”
Those were the last words to leave Livia’s mouth before she stormed off to the back. I’m glad she didbecause I was not in the mood for another cake.
“Here is your
order, and I’m so sorry!” Paloma pushed a bag into my hands, although what I really wished for at themoment were napkins. “Please forgive my sister!”
“That’s alright.” I wiped my face with my suit, still flabbergasted but also amazed that the woman heldher own and didn’t crumble. “If you don’t mind me asking-what’s her problem?”
“She’s just been stressing out over work. She’s been taking care of her baby and tutoring three differentfamilies to help our dad with his payments.” Paloma explained. “She is upset and tired. I promise you.She isn’t always like this, so whatever you do please don’t tell Vincenzo Garcia about this!”
Please don’t tell Vincenzo Garcia about this,
I gave her a nod. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Her sister could’ve beaten me to a pulp, and I still wouldn’t have cared. I had bigger things to worryabout than getting a cake pushed in my face.
What I worried about was who was going around ruining my good name.
“Do you have the name of the person that threatened your dad using the Garcia name?”
“No, no-1 really shouldn’t.”
“Yes, I think you should,” I spoke, irritated. “I think Vincenzo Garcia wouldn’t just sit back and acceptthese lies about him.”
“Aria Morales,” Paloma spoke right before smacking her hand over her mouth as if she had saidsomething she shouldn’t have.
Why was I not surprised?
Technically I should’ve been because I had given her the benefit of the doubt and believed she wouldchange. I should’ve known better.
“Thank you.” I forced a smile, regretting not running away from that monster when I had the chance to.I
gave
her a second chance and told everyone I’d proceed with the wedding. Now I was really stuck.
I could not disappoint the Garcias.
We had a nice talk, I believed her words, but they all turned out to be lies. Aria would do whatever Ariawanted to do, and whether I needed her or not-she wouldn’t be doing any of that using my name. Icould promise her that.
I was wrong about everything.
Someone like her could never change.