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

Chapter 301

Lucas

“I made it to detective, mom.”

“Mom, I’m going to get him this time-I promise.”

Defeated, I looked at the grave in front of me and brushed my hand over the stone.

Carmela Nunes.

Today marked the tenth year of her death, and even at the age of twenty-four, the wounds had still remained. I was not over her wrongful death, and justice had to be served.

I was going to makehim pay, even if I had to do it with my

last breath.

For most of my childhood, I grew up with a single mother who worked her ass off just so we could get food on our plates. My sorry excuse of a father who was loaded could not give two shits about me.

My mom worked as his maid, and after he got her pregnant-he kicked her out without as much as a single dime.

He killed her.

His abandonment was the cause of my mom’s drug abuse and the cause of her eventual overdose. My mom was the main reason why I had fought my way through to become a detective. I was going to put an end tohim, and I was going to do it for her.

I kissed the top of my finger and brushed the stone one last time before I took my exit with the

map full of evidence in my hands. I got into my car and drove to the house of the man who was going to make a difference.George Torres.

After following Elena Torres, and The Castillo’s, I had gathered more than enough power to end this for once and for all. Two innocent women had already died because of that family, and I wasn’t going to danger another one.

Elena’s naive personality reminded me of my mom, and if I wouldn’t step in-she would probably end up the same. After the questioning, I had concluded that she was so far up their asses that she had somehow managed to give me zero information She was willing to lie for

him.

It all started at the hospital, and I could not understand how someone like Elena got involved with the Castillo’s Pen pal?What kind of excuse was that? She was the daughter of a DEA

What was she up to?

According to several rumors at the station, George Torres had been leading his very own. investigation and was after the Castillo’s as well.

I knew George Torres was a man who preferred working alone, and I knew he was after the Castillo’s to get Stevie Maddens the justice he deserved. My dream was to beat the Castillo’s with the best, and in order to do that, I had to find a way to work with him.

information would hopefully give

some trouble? Yes.Did I care? No. As long as I could get to him, anything was

a deep breath as I stepped out of the car and walked to the Torres’ doorsteps. This

already been opened by none other than George Torres. He had a surprised look on his face and eyed me

“Is Elena okay?”

him my badge. “Sir, I-”

“Is she dead?”

a relieved breath and stuck out his hand. “Oh…how can

far, so good.

to discuss

face had immediately changed. It was clear that we shared the same hatred for that family. The rumor had just become a reality.He

entered the dark hallway and watched as George closed the door behind me. “You’re the

He remembered me.

I followed him to the living room. “So what do you have on the Castillo’s, and why do you

a bit embarrassed to meet you

“Don’t be, sir.”

was in. George cleared his throat. “She’s at work right now, but she’s

him a proper answer, I threw my map onto

“George.”

knew Torres had a temper, meaning this could go both ways. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but I have reasons

know any better, I would’ve thought he was close to fainting. “I’m sorry, but you’re mistaken.” He chuckled. “Elena broke off all

map from the table, causing all the pictures to fall out, and put them in the correct order. “This is the timeline I made,” I told George. “The first picture was taken a few

with him not long after. “He came to pick up your daughter, and as you can

you’re telling me

been seeing him for weeks, and a few days after his discharge-he came to visit her at the bar.” I continued. “He was with Pedro Vidal, also known

“Stop.”

to hear, but it was the only way. “Not long after, your daughter drove to the Castillo estate, probably

“Stop.”

ahold of the phone of the inmate responsible. Right before, he sent a sketchy message about

George slammed his fist onto the table.

He repeated. He pushed me aside to take a look at

yesterday.” I tapped my finger on the last picture. “There seemed to be some type of altercation, and Marvin threatened to push Pedro Vidal off a

brushed his hands through his hair.

don’t think someone with a temper like that should

was his daughter lying to him. So it wasn’t the first time.She was known

“I’m sorry, sir.”

for his daughter. Wait, why should I worry?She brought this upon herself. She was the unfortunate push I needed to help George

you going

should’ve done