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.”

throat while I could almost punch myself at my choice of words.

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

you liked

blurted. A flush appeared on my cheeks, while Marvin seemed satisfied by the compliment. “Fuck, what am I saying,”

hand. “I don’t mind. I think you’re cute.” He spoke. There was definitely a difference in maturity, which was not unexpected. I was twenty-one years old, and we only had a four-year age gap, which wasn’t that much, but he had gone through a

Marvin spoke. I did not know what he was going to ask me, but for the first time, I was able to experience a

open his mouth before we got interrupted by the

now?

should get that

Marvin was used to ordering around people, and I was unfortunately used to following orders. I

call me, despite knowing

and read the first few

I muted my phone and looked up before my hand made its way towards his. “Yes,

were we?”

you something.” Marvin smiled. I smiled back and waited for his question as I was already used

believe in love at first

and waited for an answer. I was not the smartest, but I knew what he meant

feelings to me, and all I had to do was to answer

“T”

else you

Instead of looking at Marvin, he looked at me, which meant he probably came here with

on the bridge. Marvin rolled his eyes

The man spoke. “It’s nice to meet you, Elena.”

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

Marvin’s dark brown curls, this man had long black hair styled into a high bun. The amount of confidence which he carried with him was beyond explanation.

had seen

know where, but I

I gave him a slight nod. The man wrapped his arm around Marvin, who was clearly annoyed and laughed at the situation. “I like

I was a very talkative person, and I loved meeting new people, but something about this

seemed like Marvin had forgotten all about me as he was arguing with his friend, so I grabbed my phone and went to

and framed one of our clients for a murder he committed!! He is NOT

be