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

Chapter 307

Elena

“Elena, watch out!”

Marvin wrapped his arm around my body and covered me as a biker almost flew past us.What was wrong with these people?

It was our second day in Amsterdam, and for some reason, I still couldn’t get used to it. I looked up at Marvin. “Are you alright?” He asked. “No.” I shook my head. “I think I’m going to die on this trip.”

“Yes, I think so too.”

Before I knew it, Marvin grabbed my hand and led us towards our destination. If there was one thing I had learned over these past few days, it was definitely that these people were fearless.

After Rona had invited herself to Amsterdam, Marvin asked Panther and, strangely enough, his little cousin, Cisco to join us as well. We were all hanging at the park while Marvin and I stepped away to buy a few drinks.

“You don’t have to hold my hand…I’m not a child.” I spoke to Marvin as we crossed the streets. “I know.” Marvin laughed. “I just don’t want you to get hit by a truck, although it would not surprise me if something like that would happen to you.”

A while later, Marvin and I sat on our plaid at the park and watched as Rona, Panther, and Cisco played a ball game. “Don’t you think it’s funny those two are getting along?” I commented, looking at the pair.

Marvin released a breath. “First they don’t, then they do.” He spoke. “I can’t keep up

anymore.”

At least they were honest about their feelings. While Rona and Panther kept looking for each other, whether it was to argue or not, Marvin was the type of person to pull away from the conversation whenever we were finally getting somewhere.

“It was nice of you to bring along Cisco.” I changed the subject. “I think he’s having fun.”

“Yes.” Marvin sighed, looking at his cousin. Whenever I mentioned his name, something seemed to be bothering him. It wasn’t anger, but rather a sadness-and I did not know why. “It’s important for him to spend time with…his family.”

“Then you should play with him instead.”

“Huh?”

“You said it’s important for him to spend time with family?”

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Marvin shrugged me off and forced a caramel-filled waffle inside my mouth. “Oh my god!” I squealed at the taste while Marvin laughed at me. “This is so good!”

“I know, now try pronouncing it.” Marvin looked at the package. Full of confidence, I grabbed it from his hand and did an attempt. “S-stroopwaefles? S-strap….” I frowned. “You know what, fuck it. You try it!”

“I’ll pass, thank you.” Marvin ruffled his hand through my

are we going to smuggle these back to the states?”

hair.

I was

anyone knew how to smuggle stuff around here, it had to be the Castillo’s, Marvin shrugged. “You can also just…I don’t know…take them with you?”

I can!”

Cisco, and I couldn’t ignore the slight smile on his lips. Cisco and Panther seemed to be getting along well, which was something I had

“Can

“Anything!”

trust

was going to ask me about my dad, agent George Torres?

and I don’t have anyone to talk about it–but

can tell me!” I rushed him. “What

at Panther and Cisco with a troubled look on his face

an answer one way or another. Why would he even start the subject if

his eyes, taking a deep

is Panther’s kid.”

knew he was about to tell me something juicy, but

one meme.” Marvin rolled his

had memes

Marvin could at least chuckle at my joke. “I’m sorry, I’m lost… Panther

“Cisco’s dad.”

now?” I asked, flustered. I did not see that

didn’t know, neither does my family- and my sister doesn’t

gasped. “Does Cisco

“No.”

a family-meaning this whole situation was just

crazy. Speaking of the Castillo’s, I could still not find the perfect opportunity to talk to

Marvin agreed. “I took Cisco on this trip, so they could bond because I’m afraid that

I could do was shot Marvin a sad and understanding smile, as I

to say.

still resent my dad for not having any time for me when I was younger, so…..

about Marvin’s life was always a surprise, as he did not like talking about himself. “I’m sorry for not being good at this. I usually skip the whole

“Yes, me too.”

his own. Other than the part about me

dad either,” I spoke, thinking about my childhood. While all normal parents took their children out to see a movie, my dad trained my brother and me for survival. “I can’t remember my dad taking us

even try to contact you?”

“No.”

he wouldn’t stop calling me, and if I wouldn’t know any better, I would’ve thought he