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.

been hanging around the Castillo’s and giving him some new information would hopefully give

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

breath as I stepped out of the car and

I could knock on the door, it had already been opened by none other than George Torres. He had a surprised look on his face and eyed me up and down.

“Is Elena okay?”

him my

“Is she dead?”

head. George took a relieved breath and stuck out his

far, so

I want to discuss

George’s face had immediately changed. It was clear that we shared the same hatred for

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

He remembered me.

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

that stunt, my daughter pulled-I’m a bit embarrassed to meet you like

“Don’t be, sir.”

me feel sorry for the mess he was in. George cleared his throat. “She’s at work right now, but

answer, I threw my map onto the

“George.”

was going to hand him the news. Everyone knew Torres had a temper, meaning this could go both ways. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but I have reasons to

if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought he

correct order. “This

at, and surprisingly enough, she had left with him not long after. “He came to pick

the picture from my hands. “So you’re telling me you’ve been following my daughter?”

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

“Stop.”

only way. “Not long after, your daughter drove to the Castillo estate,

“Stop.”

please!” I pleaded. “As you know, Danny Hernandez was stabbed. Don’t ask me how, but I managed to get ahold of the phone of the inmate responsible. Right before, he sent a sketchy message about flowers being delivered….and the one with those flowers was your daughter, who Marvin has been using as his

his fist

aside to take a look at the other pictures. “You

I tapped my finger on the last picture. “There seemed to be some type of altercation, and Marvin threatened

brushed his hands through his hair.

don’t think someone with a temper like that should be around your daughter-

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

“I’m sorry, sir.”

body as I worried for his daughter. Wait, why should I worry?She

are you going to do?”

should’ve done a long time