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?”

want another one,” I spoke like a little kid throwing a tantrum. I wanted Elena Torres. I was interested in what kind of person she was and wanted to know more about her.

even stalker-ish, but I had no bad intentions.

could do was respond.

how is my path towards freedom going?” I grinned as I

placed his map on the table. “Everything is still going according to

“But?”

my eyes and leaned back in my chair while I waited for the bad news. He called me by my first name, which couldn’t mean any good. “I am still getting out, right?” I asked.

eye. “Laine,” I spoke in a threatening tone. “I have told everyone, from the goddam guards to the stone in the damn yard, that I’ll be getting out soon, so I will be getting

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

“Good,” I spoke

what’s the

have your freedom.” Laine suddenly shared. “If you truly want to be free, I

“What?”

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

reputation

your senses and to blame the people who were

cartel, and it was mainly because both sides expected

can’t do that.”

you think ratted you all out in the first place?” He asked. “The

someone has to go-the Hernandez had already

asked. All of this didn’t make any sense. If Freddie Hernandez wanted to move against us,

silent enemies. Would Freddie really go that

is not a threat to them.

they truly fear,” Laine concluded. “Your father is old. You were never meant to get out. They had hoped

younger, and the moment I’d step out, it would mean dad had a true heir. Someone powerful who would not bow

want me to take the deal,” 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

going after the Hernandez

sounds better than having both the DEA and the Hernandez after your ass.”

sentence which was about to leave my mouth, but Laine was right. We could only handle that much at a time, and I would not sacrifice myself to get stuck here for much longer. “I’ll do