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

I have some bittersweet news. It seems like my dream come true because

I went through the first sentence. Was it April fools already? The smile on my face had slowly changed from a confused frown to a

say?” My dad asked as he attempted to peak over my shoulder, but I freaked out and backed away

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

This couldn’t be.

my biggest nightmare was becoming a

spoke in a hurry as I gathered my laptop and all my other

my room before my dad could even say anything and closed

tried to catch my breath. All I had to do was breathe and think. I was overreacting, and everything was going to be okay.

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

was I

the thought of it made my skin

harder, I would pass out and die. That was the only thing that could save me

I ever be

to the 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

walked back and forth while I thought of what to do. What if

lived my life as boring as possible. Why did I decide to write some random dude in the

that’s it,” I muttered as I threw open my 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

probably already on his way

were getting sweaty, and my heartbeat was rising. I felt dizzy, and I was close to losing

do any

myself as I held my hands against my closet and took several deep breaths. I was overreacting.

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

person who would know what to do, and that person had always been