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

Chapter 269

Elena

“You’re perfect…you literally look…drawn.” I gulped. It hadn’t even been a second, and I had already made a fool out of myself. Marvin snorted at my cringe-worthy comment and brushed his hand against my

arm.

“Lena.” Marvin smiled. “I know you said you’d heard it before, but you look…perfect.”

1 felt my heart melt at his comment and took a tiny step back, so I could finally release the breath I had been holding back. I was finally able to see him from up close.

My eyes traveled from his thick dark brown curls to his thick, soft, angled eyebrows. He had beautiful narrow almond eyes, which were colored in a beautiful dark brown. His lips were beautifully plump, and his jaw as sharp as a knife.

Marvin tilted his head with an innocent smile on his face and observed me the same way I observed him. Why was he laughing? Did he change his mind about my looks after all?

“What?” I nudged his shoulder. “Why are you looking at me like that?’

“That’s funny. I was about to ask you the same.” Marvin spoke. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer as I pushed my hands against his chest to find my balance. I lowered my head at his confidence. He seemed intimidating, and it was not too late to run away.

“I wasn’t done looking. Look at me. Marvin spoke. I followed his demand and looked up to meet his eyes. They were kind, soft, and a contrast from the tattoos on his face. My hand moved on its own and traveled from his cheek to the small tattoo on the side of his jaw as I caressed the small seven. “That must’ve hurt,” I whispered before 1 brushed my finger against the tattoo underneath his eye. “Fearless’ that’s what the tattoo said, and it seemed like a good word to describe him.

I froze up at his sudden gesture. We had just

around my waist and pulled me into his embrace. I was not too fond of hugs, but didn’t mind his. It felt strong, comfortable and I felt safe and protected. “You truly are

You’re so perfect.

were words no one had ever said to me before. Would he still feel the same if I removed the expensive clothes on my body and changed back into my old boring self? Maybe it felt as if I had found my prince charming because, underneath

made a reservation not

embrace and gave him a nod. “I didn’t want to seem like a pig-but I’m actually starving!” I confessed shamelessly. My mouth was definitely something I had to work on, and Victoria had warned me not to do this. Marvin seems unfazed by my

fitted perfectly in his, and it almost seemed like we were made for each other. Marvin had a slight smile on his face and stared straight ahead as I turned my head to look

and he could most likely tell it was because of him, but I didn’t

“So.” Marvin began.

I repeated. It would be better to let him do all the talking, considering

but I had a good reason. I had no time to prepare any basic sentences because I hadn’t expected him to show. “I’m sorry, I just don’t

He mocked me. I could hear the same charms he had in those emails, making me feel a bit more at case. It was easy to

feel?” I asked him. It was a basic question and the only question

“Yes.”

Marvin began. “I feel…happy, excited-shocked because you’re not

I!” I spoke, surprised. It seemed as if he was just as nervous as I was,

spoke, relieved. We walked towards the restaurant in silence, and I had to say that it was even fancier than

almost stuttered as he tried to avoid Marvin’s eyes. “Please, come

inside. Just like the waiter, I