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

Chapter 256

48 hours until release

Marvin

“Castillo, you have a visitor,” Stanfield spoke. I looked through the little glass of the steel door and furrowed my eyebrows.

“I’m not expecting anyone. Tell them to leave.”

Stanfield opened the door and pushed me against the wall before he forcefully put me in handcuffs. “Hey!” I spoke, irritated. “Did you not hear me?”

“I did.” Stanfield chuckled. “But I’m not going to tell Mario Castillo to come back another time. You can do it yourself.”

Wait a minute.

“My dad came to visit?”

“The one and only,” Stanfield confirmed while he guided me out. The times he came to visit weren’t many, and I could count them on my hands. When he visited, it usually didn’t mean any good and often meant Santiago had screwed up again.

The only thing I could hope for was that this was perhaps just a fatherly visit and had nothing to do with Santiago. “Is this necessary?” I frowned at the handcuffs. Stanfield gave me a sarcastic look. “You’re like a hyena. Who knows when you’ll attack?”

“Smart boy.” I chuckled at Stanfield. He was undeniably still traumatized from the first two years, but I had changed a lot. No matter how much anyone would provoke me, I would not start a fight and especially not

now.

“Aye, asshole!” Someone called out as we made our way through.

I turned my head and looked through the steel door glass to make eye contact with some guy. He showed his wrist and pointed at his tattoo with a smug grin on his face. It was a member of the Hernandez, and judging by the fact that he had the nerve to do this, it probably meant he had no idea who he was dealing

with.

“He’s new here,” Stanfield commented. “Yes, I can see that.” I chuckled. “He’s lucky I’ll be leaving soon.”

We continued walking, and before I knew it, we were already in the hallway. “Nervous?” Stanfield asked. So he did care about me?

“Boss, how is your relationship with your parents?” I teased him. “Do you have a wife? Children?”

“Is that a threat?”

“Oh, please.” I laughed at Stanfield. “If it were a threat, you would’ve known.”

“I’m happily married with three children,” Stanfield spoke. That hideous-looking man, married with three children? Not possible.

your children being behind bars. Would you have the strength

sigh. “Of course I wouldn’t. That’s a

was glad we were on the same

how do you think they’d feel?” I asked. “Don’t you

rolled his eyes at me, “Your situation is different. You and

“How about you say

stern look on his face. You were supposed to feel comfortable around your parent, but I

was because I feared for Santiago’s life. Dad was unpredictable, and I could not tell when he would finally snap and blame

dad looked right back at me, and unlike Panther and Santiago, he remained seated. It was fascinating how he could turn things like this into business meetings. “Dad,” I brightly smiled and sat down.

kind of you to visit

best friends with officers now? He frowned at

out an exhausted breath and shot him an annoyed look. “Nice to see you, son, oh thank you, nice to see you

capable of showing anyone love, but that’s how you’re supposed to

talk to Mario Castillo this way, and to be honest, neither would I, but it wasn’t as if he could do anything about it. “You have a big mouth. Give me one good reason why

need me so much that you were even willing to make a deal with the DEA,” I whispered the last

us.” My dad defended his actions. “It was either the Hernandez or us and as

had no answer to that question. Freddie Hernandez wasn’t the same person he once was and would throw us all under the bus in just a matter of seconds. “I heard

I shrugged. “An early surprise wedding gift for

dad’s face that he

come out and rat out the Hernandez before your brother’s big day?” He whispered. “Do

one who wanted me out,” I spoke, confused. His words weren’t making any sense to me. “I do, but don’t you think it’ll be smarter

you want what’s best

big day, and if

Of course, I care.” My dad spoke full of disbelief. “But do you really think the

Freddie will sit back and do nothing after we get his youngest son thrown into

I spoke word for word. “You know I never go against you and that I always respect your decision, but I need to be there with

the look in Mario Castillo’s eyes softened. “Okay.” He gave in. “If you really want to do that…fine, I’ll double

I leaned back and thought about my freedom. It would only be a matter of time before I would finally get out of

know what you have to do tomorrow?” My dad asked. How could I forget when it’s all Laine had been stomping in my head. Give

How

me a headache.” My dad spoke. “Don’t ask me how

had for each other had vanished entirely, but

up in prison only proved her point. “Do

his head. “Other than Panther and Victor,

that way,” I spoke. Victor was my dad’s best soldier and his close friend. He had been there since the day I was born, and we were not getting rid of him anytime soon.

get out, and no one was going to talk me out of it. I couldn’t wait to see their

My dad spoke. “I have a lot of things

Mario Castillo was a busy man, and visiting me in jails was the last thing on his list. As expected, he had just came here to tell

could do was shot him a glare while he showed me one in return. “You’re glaring at the wrong person,” He chuckled. “You might’ve been the boss around here, but I hope you know your place once you