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.

you please watch dad for me?” I asked Alex. One of the advantages of those two working together was that I did

had stressed out my dad so much that he had even started drinking. Alex was just as stressed as

deal with the DEA, meaning they had to let him out soon. There were many disagreements at work, but there

collected for years had turned

the end, the bad

reassured me. “I’ll look after dad and make

last smile before we both left to go to 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

the reason why I got such a kick out of talking to inmate Marvin Romero. My life was incredibly boring, and I lacked that bit of danger. I was sick of doing everything according to

in. I smiled at the two unfamiliar faces behind her and looked at her with a

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 his face. His handsomeness blinded me, but I quickly got to my senses and turned to look at the woman who appeared to be his girlfriend.

spoke. She walked forward and grabbed my hands before she stared into

by her actions and gave Rona a questioning look. “Anya, calm down.” Tiago spoke. He walked over to the woman and showed me

happening and felt a bit attacked.

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

planning this wedding for over a year.” She dramatically spoke. “I always felt like something was missing, and I concluded that it is your coffee!”

it is!” I said, a bit more confident. Judging by their outfits, these people seemed rich and looked like they were willing to pay

your 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 you

even though the idea of money sounded nice, the

looked at her as if she could break down any minute. He made eye contact with me and mouthed a, please, while I looked at Rona, who

at me with big eyes and let out a gasp before she pulled me into a forceful hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank

awkwardly. Rona jumped in the air and clapped her hands. “This is so exciting, our first official event!”

stepped forward

god-sent angel, Elena.” He winked at me. “Kind and beautiful, thank you.”

other way, so his fiancée couldn’t see me. He was quite a flirt for someone who was about to get

Anya spoke in a hurry. “She has this nasty diarrhe shared. “One push and

a surprised look on my face. Anya gave Tiago a p

really.” Rona smiled. “Come on.

followed Rona to the restroom. “So,” I smiled at Tiago. “It seems like your fiancée

neck and showed me

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

had this issue where I just couldn’t stop being touchy with people, especially when I had to laugh, and I really needed to stop doing that. I stroke Tiago’s

awkward whenever Anya is not around, so it’s good to have you

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

Tiago stuttered as if he was expecting the worst. I let out a chuckle. “Don’t worry. It’s just a

seem really young. How old are 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.

got married when they

spoke with a surprised smile on his lips. “For how long

about, and I

“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 know one thing, and that was that all of