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

Chapter 270

“I’m sorry, is my smacking annoying you?” I asked, embarrassed as I dropped my fork. I had an urge to enjoy my food but now was not the time.

Marvin watching my every move made me nervous. He was someone who was not afraid of eye contact, not even when I caught him staring. “It’s okay. Just be yourself.”

“So tell me about yourself. What do you do?” Marvin asked. It was a question that I hated the most because I really wasn’t that much different from a loser. “Oh, uh,” I mumbled as I tried to give him an answer. “I live with my dad. I work at a cocktail bar. I like watching movies…that’s about it.”

“Where is your mom?”

Marvin surprised me with his bold question. He asked me about my mom without as much as a single stutter, but I had to admire him for that. I wished I had half the confidence he had. “Not here,” I spoke awkwardly. “She left a long time ago.

Instead of giving me the same sympathetic look I had gotten way too often, Marvin controlled his expression and placed his warm hand on top of mine. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay.”

“And you said you wanted to become a lawyer?”

At this point, it seemed like Marvin was interrogating me, while I should’ve been the one questioning him, but I didn’t mind. I could tell that he had the right intentions, and that was all I had to know. “Yes, I did- but it didn’t work out.”

“Why was that?”

“I’m just not that good at learning.

“I understand, me neither.” Marvin laughed. At least we had one thing in common. “If it weren’t for my dad, I would’ve dropped out of school.” He shrugged.

He looked into my eyes as if he was trying to see through them while I was close to running off. Did I have eye boogers? Lipstick on my teeth? Food on my forehead?

“So, what did you do these past years?” I asked to ease the tension. It only took me a split second to realize that I was talking to a man who had lived his life in prison. “Oh fuck, I mean…” I stammered. “What did you do before…you know.”

“Before?” Marvin frowned with a teasing smile on his lips. I shook my head and lowered my gaze. “Nothing, never mind.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Marvin chuckled. “My family has their own business. We sell liquor.”

“Really?” I gasped, surprised. I mean, it wasn’t that surprising because the guy on the bridge called him boss, but it was another passion we could share. “Gosh, we have so much in common!” I said. “Except, 1 didn’t go to prison, and I don’t have tattoos on my face.”

punch myself at my choice of words. “Shit,

laughed. I had already offended him more than once, but he didn’t seem to mind. He seemed unbothered,

thought you liked

look sexy!” I blurted. A flush appeared on my cheeks, while Marvin seemed satisfied by the compliment. “Fuck,

was twenty-one years

but for the

mouth before we got

now?

should get

stuttered. Marvin was used to ordering around people, and I was unfortunately used to following orders. I let go of Marvin’s hand and grabbed

she even call me, despite knowing I was on a

looked at the message notification and read the first few words of Victoria’s text. ‘Your Marvin is…

and looked up before

were we?”

to ask you something.” Marvin smiled. I smiled back and waited for

in love

looked into my eyes and waited for an

me, and all I had to do was to answer his feelings in return, but something was stopping me. Marvin’s straightforward personality

“T”

there anything else you

the man who had suddenly appeared behind Marvin. Instead of looking at Marvin, he looked at me, which

voice I had heard on the bridge. Marvin rolled his eyes and looked back at his

spoke. “It’s nice to meet you,

had a familiar face and a cheerful presence, but I could see through that act. While I had a safe

had long black hair styled into a high bun. The amount of confidence which he carried

seen him before.

didn’t know where, but I had

his arm around Marvin,

restaurant to hide my nerves. I was a very talkative person, and I

he was arguing with his friend, so I grabbed my phone and went

of our clients for a murder

be real.