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

Chapter 252

Marvin

Hi again, Lena.

I wasn’t done talking to you, so it’s a bit rude of you to cut off our conversation, don’t you think?

I would’ve never guessed you were a 21-year-old, but I like your energy.

Thanks for the heart, although you missed the big letters, displaying this is NOT a dating site, I feel flattered.

Now that I know your age, I want to know more about you. What are your hobbies? What are your goals?

Waiting for your reply,

Marvin

(Ps. please stop with the emojis.)

“Is there anything wrong with my reply?” I asked my lawyer, Steven Laine. We had a meeting about the upcoming court date, and I felt the need to show him that I had finally replied to someone on the message board. The only issue was that this girl was a bit rude and left me hanging. “It has been two days already, but she has not responded.”

Laine let out a sigh and looked at me as if he asked me whether I was serious. “What?” I asked, oblivious. “Did I say something wrong?”

It was always something. After all these weeks, I finally responded to someone on the message board, only for that random girl to ghost me. She wasn’t really that interesting anyway.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit passive-aggressive?” Laine commented. I shrugged my shoulders and turned around the laptop so I could read the message one more time. “No?” I frowned. “What about this is aggressive?”

“You really don’t know?” Laine tilted his head while I was still trying to find out what the hell he was talking about. “Mr. Castillo,” Laine sighed. “The point of this program is to show the court that you’re capable of interacting with others…like a normal human being.”

“Right?” I spoke, surprised. “It’s so selfish that I do know how to behave and am stuck in here, while some girl doesn’t even dare to reply to my message and gets to stroll around free.”

“Hmm.” Laine hummed. “How about you find another

pen pal?”

I wanted Elena Torres. I was interested in what kind of person she was and wanted to know more

my behavior was a bit obsessive or perhaps even stalker-ish, but I had no bad intentions. I just wanted to get

could do

is my path towards freedom going?” I grinned as I changed the

his map on the table. “Everything is still going according to plan. There’s still not enough evidence…”

“But?”

in my chair while I waited for the bad news. He called

looked him in the eye. “Laine,” I spoke in a threatening tone. “I have told everyone, from the goddam guards to the stone in the damn yard,

will, Mr. Castillo!” Laine tried his hardest to reassure me, but it was already too late. I could sense

“Good,” I spoke

what’s the

DEA is determined to bring down the Castillo’s, so even if they do decide to let you go, you’ll never truly have

“What?”

tell the court that you had nothing to do with the transport or the murder of officer Maddens,” Laine spoke. “Play it safe and put all

ruin my reputation and walk

shook his head. “I’m asking you to come to your senses and to blame the

quite some nerve to ask something like that from me. We were not on good terms with the Hernandez cartel, and it was mainly because both sides expected each

do

began. “Who do you think ratted you all out in the first place?” He asked. “The leak did not come

of you, and someone has to go-the Hernandez had already decided that it was not going

If Freddie Hernandez wanted to move against us, he

the failed transport, they had become silent enemies. Would Freddie really go

spoke, “Santiago is not a threat to

are the person they truly fear,” Laine concluded. “Your father is old. You were never meant to get out.

finished Laine’s sentence. He made a valid point. Dad was not getting any younger, and the moment I’d

I whispered in disbelief. “It won’t matter anyway,” Laine reassured me. “No one will know you as a rat. It won’t even come

after the Hernandez

better than having both the

that much at a time, and I would not sacrifice