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.

I asked Alex. One of the advantages of those two working together was that I did not

entire cartel thing had stressed out my dad so much that he had even started

Maddens apparent killer denied all charges and made a deal with the DEA, meaning they had to let him out soon. There were many disagreements at work, but there was nothing anyone could do about

for years had turned

the

Elena,” Alex reassured me. “I’ll look after dad and

work. I had to admit, sometimes I felt like an outsider. Dad and Alex worked as DEA agents, while my goal to become a lawyer had failed. I was stuck at a cocktail bar and had no

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

two unfamiliar faces behind her and looked at her with a frown on my face.

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 on

forward and grabbed my hands before she stared into my eyes. “We need you!” She pleaded.

spoke. He walked over to the woman and showed me an apologetic smile while he pulled her away, “Oh,

know what was happening and felt a bit

Tiago.” She introduced herself. “My sister bought a coffee

She dramatically spoke. “I always felt

up and nodded her head. “I-1 mean, yes it is!” I said, a bit more confident. Judging by their outfits, these people seemed rich and looked like they were willing to pay a lot. The shop

recipes or to be our bartender at our wedding next week!” Anya requested. I looked at her fiancé, Tiago, who shrugged his shoulders at me. “Your friend told me most of the recipes are yours,” Anya spoke with a nervous look on her face. “I’ll pay you guys anything

the idea of money sounded nice, the date seemed a bit risky. How could I possibly prepare for a

down any minute. He made eye contact with

sure why not I raised my hands. Anya looked at me with big eyes and let out a gasp before she pulled me

clapped her hands.

the couple who seemed just as happy as her. Tiago stepped forward and held my hands. “Thank

Elena.” He winked at me. “Kind and beautiful, thank you.”

fiancée couldn’t see me. He was quite a flirt for someone

restroom!” Anya spoke in a hurry. “She has this nasty diarrhe shared. “One push and boom, it

on my face. Anya gave Tiago a p against his shoulder. “No, he’s lying!” She spoke

Rona smiled. “Come on. I’ll bring you to

Rona to the restroom. “So,” I smiled at Tiago. “It

showed me a shy smile.

nervous frown on his face. Due to his actions

couldn’t stop being touchy with people, especially when I had to laugh,

okay.” Tiago smiled. “I’m really awkward whenever Anya is not around, so it’s good to have

the side. Tiago gave me a nod and stood in a polite stance. He did seem very nervous.

the worst. I let out a chuckle. “Don’t worry. It’s just a question.”

you?” I asked. Tiago’s face lit up the second I mentioned Anya’s name. “Anya is twenty, and I’m twenty-one.” Tiago spoke. “I

I shrugged. “My parents got married when they were

smile on his

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.

even know why a stranger would want to discuss this with me, but I did know one thing, and that was that all of