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 spoke like a little kid throwing a tantrum. I wanted Elena Torres. I was interested in what

stalker-ish, but I had no bad

do was

grinned as I changed the subject.

map on the table. “Everything is still going according

“But?”

I waited for the bad news. He called me by my first name, which couldn’t mean any good. “I am still getting out,

silent, which only added to my nerves, so I leaned forward and 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, that I’ll be getting

his hardest to reassure me, but it was already too late. I

“Good,” I spoke

the problem?”

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

“What?”

and 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 the blame on the

me to ruin my reputation and walk out like

his head. “I’m asking you to come to your senses and to blame the people who were actually

Hernandez cartel, and it was mainly because both sides expected each other to have something to do with the leak. The last thing I wanted was to enlarge our

do that.”

asked. “The leak did not come from our side, so it had

to go-the Hernandez had already decided

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

silent enemies.

spoke, “Santiago is not a threat to them. They seem him as weak, inexperienced,

is old. You were never meant to get out. They had hoped

He made a valid point. Dad was not getting any younger, and the moment I’d step out, it would

why you 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.

DEA going after the Hernandez right after

better than having both the DEA and the Hernandez

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 it, but only if we can bump the six weeks to six days.”