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

Chapter 255

72 hours until release

Elena

A picture

This guy must’ve been absolutely nuts. Wasn’t the picture on my profile more than enough already? It was one of my best pictures, and it was in HD, so I didn’t know what he was getting at.

I was unsure of whether to send a picture or not, but everything changed when I read the email for the fifth time. He didn’t seem as tough as he looked, and maybe if I sent pictures of myself, he would send some in return.

Marvin was one of the few who had praised me for being a mixologist, and it felt good to know that he appreciated my job. It wasn’t as easy or useless as some people made it out to be.

I gathered some courage and decided to write back.

Dear Marvin,

Thank you for your encouraging words. You’re right. Being a mixologist requires some kind of special skill and is not for everyone!

By the way, if your cousins are just as cute as you (minus the long list of felons), you can definitely hook me up with

one!

Although I’m not one to judge, and if you say that the truth is not out yet. I’ll trust your word for it. I think we have the same issue because I also have a really, really good heart and I’m not even embarrassed to admit it.

I want to live my life as if it’s my last, but it’s kind of hard to do so when I don’t only have a nosy dad but also a brother breathing in my neck.

You said you couldn’t wait to breathe some fresh air, and that brings me to the next question. I’ve never been to prison before, and I don’t know anything other than what I’ve seen in prison break, but I thought they had something like a yard (I think?)

Also, please don’t feel creepy for asking for more pictures. It’s completely understandable. At first, I was a bit nervous and worried about sharing my personal information, but I feel like we’re getting along, and I wouldn’t mind getting some pictures in return.

Here are the pictures:

Ps. (Please don’t call me pretty, I’ve heard it many times before, and I always get embarrassed whenever someone praises me for my looks)

I read the message over and over before I decided to send the email. It sounded good enough to me.

“Leaving already?” My brother, Alex, interrupted me from my thoughts. I flinched upon hearing his voice and hid my phone behind my back. “Yes…I have work remember?”

“Does my face frightens you that much?” Alex laughed. I shook my head and took a breath. “No, of course not.” I smiled. It sometimes still felt as if I was doing something illegal by talking to an inmate.

Marvin was much nicer than I initially thought and it kind of scared me. The perfect way to describe him would’ve been a ‘dangerous person, but all I could see was the good in him. He was interested in my life. funny, and easy to talk to. It was not as if I had a crush on him, but it wouldn’t be too crazy to consider him a friend. We had only been talking for a few days, but I wanted him to be my friend. The only issue was my dad and my brother.

One of the advantages of those two working

Maddens and the entire cartel thing had stressed out my dad so much that he had even started drinking. Alex was just as stressed

all charges and made a deal with the DEA, meaning they had to let him

years

end, the bad guys

“I’ll look after dad

we both left to go to work. I had to admit, sometimes I felt like an outsider. Dad

inmate Marvin Romero. My life was incredibly boring, and I lacked that bit of danger. I was sick of doing everything according to the books, so talking to an inmate

at the two unfamiliar faces behind her and looked at her with a

looked at the young couple in front of me, and crazily enough, the male grabbed my attention just a tiny bit more. He looked around my age and had a soft smile

walked forward and grabbed my hands before she stared into my eyes. “We need

“Anya, calm down.” Tiago spoke. He walked over to the woman and showed me an apologetic smile while he pulled her away, “Oh, I’m sorry.” Anya apologized. “Where are my manners.”

I spoke, confused. I didn’t know what was happening and felt a bit attacked.

Anya began. “My name is Anya, and this is my fiancé, Tiago.” She introduced herself. “My sister bought a coffee here,

dramatically spoke. “I

confident. Judging by their outfits, these people seemed rich and looked like they were willing to pay a lot. The shop could make good use of that money. “So, how can

you to either sell us your recipes or to be our bartender at our wedding next week!” Anya requested. I looked at her fiancé, Tiago, who shrugged his shoulders

the question, and even though the idea of money sounded nice, the date

in Anya’s eyes disappeared, while Tiago looked at her as if she could break down any minute. He made eye contact with me and mouthed a, please, while

sure why not I raised my hands. Anya looked at me with big eyes and let out

air and clapped her

happy as her. Tiago stepped forward and held my hands.

god-sent angel, Elena.” He winked at

my cheeks flush and quickly turned the other way, so his fiancée couldn’t see me. He was quite a flirt for someone who was about to get married.

your restroom!” Anya spoke in a hurry. “She has this nasty diarrhe

and snickered while I had a surprised look on my face. Anya gave Tiago a p against his shoulder. “No, he’s lying!” She spoke defensively.

smiled. “Come on.

followed Rona to the restroom. “So,” I smiled at Tiago. “It seems like your fiancée was going to break down any second. She

me a shy smile.

laughed and nudged his shoulder. Tiago froze up and had a nervous frown on his face. Due to his actions from before, I had expected him to be as outgoing as I was, but that was not

couldn’t stop being touchy with people, especially when I had to laugh, and I really needed to stop doing that.

awkward whenever Anya is not

I flipped my hair to the side. Tiago gave me a nod and stood in

the worst. I let out a chuckle. “Don’t worry.

old are you?” I asked. Tiago’s face lit up the second I mentioned Anya’s name. “Anya

got married when they were

a surprised smile on his lips.

and got sick of myself. My parents’ love story was not something to brag about, and I would probably only worry poor Tiago even more. “They’re not together

his head against the counter multiple times. “I-I’m making a mistake, am I?” He suddenly whispered. I didn’t even know why a stranger would want to discuss this with me, but I did