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

Chapter 260

Elena

“Dad, you haven’t touched your food at all.”

My dad looked up at me before he sunk his head towards his laptop. The suspension was the worst thing that could’ve happen to him and did not come to my advantage.

Being stuck in a house with a man obsessed with going after the cartel was nothing to be happy about. I could still not believe that this man was willing to bring the entire family in danger just to prove his point, and I could also not believe that he had dragged my brother into this.

Poor Alex could not lead his own life and even went along with my dad’s crazy ideas. It was no surprise his ex-wife divorced him because she couldn’t take it anymore.

He didn’t even have time for his two-year-old daughter because all he focused on was his job, just like dad. I was never the one to look up any trouble, so I could genuinely not understand why those two airheads planned on going after some cartel.

“Dad,” I tried again. “You haven’t closed a single eye. You can’t go on like this any longer.”

“I can, and I will.” He spoke determinedly. “I will bring them all down, even if that’s the last thing I’ll do.”

“Well, okay.” I sighed, exhausted. I would not argue any longer, and if dad and Alex wanted to put themselves in danger, they could go ahead and do that, but I had other plans. The wedding was coming up, and there was still so much to do.

“What have you been up to lately?” My dad somehow found the nerve to ask me. I got interrupted by the sound of email notification and shrugged him off. “Oh, nothing much-the wedding thing I told you about,” I mumbled as I scanned through the mail, which I had been waiting on for a long time.

Marvin’s email.

1 Inbox

From M. Romero

some bittersweet news. It seems like my dream come true because I’m getting released from

face had slowly changed from a confused frown to a frightened look. What the hell did inmate Marvin mean? Was he

attempted to peak over my shoulder, but I freaked out and backed

be at the Vermont Street Bridge this Saturday at 12 PM,

This couldn’t be.

don’t tell me my biggest nightmare was becoming a

just some spam mail!” I spoke in a hurry as I gathered my laptop and all my other

rushed to my room before my dad could even say anything and closed the

leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes while I tried to catch my breath. All I had to do

some prison pen pal who was supposed to get life without parole, asking me to meet up with

was I

thought of it made my

slammed my head against my desk. Maybe if I’d hit it a bit harder, I would pass out and die. That was the only thing

I ever be

woods, where no one could find me. One thing was for sure. I was not going to that appointment. I had watched enough shows to know how that would end up, but I had also watched enough shows to know that I couldn’t just ignore

through my hair and walked back and forth while I thought of what to do. What if this guy was some weird stalker? What if he wouldn’t leave

as possible.

closet and pulled out a large travel bag. My mind went numb, and I didn’t even know what I was doing, but I pulled out every piece of clothing

probably already on

felt dizzy, and

wouldn’t do any

whispered to myself as I held my hands against

he didn’t seem all that bad, and he told me it was my own choice. I didn’t have to show up if I didn’t want to, and I was going nuts for absolutely no

that person