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

Chapter 326

I rested my hand on my mom’s stone and smiled. “I’m almost there, mom,” I spoke in a whisper. “Please hold on for just a bit longer.”

It was time for my weekly meeting with George Torres, and I knew he wouldn’t be too happy considering I had yet to give him useful information.

I discovered his so-called presentation was nothing more than a fairytale. He liked doing things fast, while I wasn’t fond of sloppy work. I was used to doing things spotless.

Spending time with Marvin had shown me that he wasn’t that difficult to get close to after all. Despite his cold image, he was a warm person who liked making his presence known.

Whether he was sincere or because he was fearful of me hitting on Elena? I had yet to find out.

Then agam, Pedro, or Panther as he liked to call himself, didn’t seem like a criminal who decapitated his enemies’ heads, but I had seen the pictures, so I knew the truth.

“Hey, kid!” George made his presence known. He patted my shoulder and joined me at my mother’s grave. “Hey.”

“So, how are you holding up?”

“I’m good, sir. How about you?”

“Besides missing my only daughter…fine, I think. He sighed. “Although I’m pretty sure she’s not doing well in that household.”

This was typically George. He didn’t want to come off as too pushy, so instead, he used reverse psychology.

I chuckled. “Don’t you worry about Elena,” I told him. “She’s doing perfectly fine.”

“My daughter is still young, so she can’t decide for herself,” George stated. “He’s taking advantage of her”

Somehow George still believed his daughter was a victim in all of this while that wasn’t the case. Elena was hopelessly in love with Marvin and would’ve followed him anywhere. No one forced her to do anything.

“Do you have something on Marvin?”

“No, not yet.”

“How long will it take?”

“Well damn, I don’t know George.” I snarled. “I’m not psychic!”

I respected the man, but he had to understand that I was putting my life on the line here, especially after he decided to include his immature, unstable daughter.

“Time is ticking, Lucas,” George spoke, irritated. “We need to get Marvin before he gets away with his crime and my daughter.”

See, that was the difference between George and me. He was after Marvin Castillo, while I was after Mario

-the true villain. He manipulated my mom those around him, and at the end of the day, everyone in that house was just a pawn in his twisted games.

“I get it, George.” I nodded. “I’ll get you what you want-so please be patient.”

After I met with George, I was back at the station. Making detective was not as easy as I expected it to be, mainly because I couldn’t focus on my job.

All I could think about were Elena’s words about the maids. If they were indeed close to mom, they could give me some more information about how disgusting Mario treated her.

“Mario Castillo, are you here to turn yourself in?” I heard from a distance.

“For what, leading a legal liquor brand?”

man who leaned over the desk. Mario Castillo. Behind him stood two of his men, who shouldn’t have even

he doing

eyes met. “Absolutely not.” He straightened his tie. “I’m here to meet my

yelled out before he could finish his sentence and nearly ran out of the office. This was the only division that was not corrupt, and

“Lucas!”

captain revealed himself, walking down the stairs. As if things couldn’t get worse, I now had to deal with the head of the

Peter Clover.

be a DEA agent until he made the switch after catching Freddie Hernandez for the murder of Stevie Maddens. The same murder

I had some questions about this

me to Mario and the men with squinted eyes but eventually stuck out his hand. “How are your sons?”

chuckled. “Marvin found himself a

that this angel was the daughter of his

heard Tiago is

from between Mario’s lips. “It’s good to know you’re finally making use of those gigantic

an embarrassed laugh, knowing he couldn’t get to Mario. Clover and I felt the same, but unfortunately for

him down.” Clover looked at me.

finger at me. “I

I made sure to shut the door behind me and looked at the man who

a chair. He had a bold personality and was not afraid of speaking his mind. It almost pained me to say that I recognized

I lied to his face. “I just don’t want people to ask me questions-because I

“I see.”

what are you doing

I not allowed to visit my son?”

planted a grateful smile on my lips. “You’re always welcome,” I said.

in the city risked everything to

different from your

Sure.

surprised at how much free time this man had-but what else was

to take you somewhere after your shift.” Mario gave me no choice. “I have a lot to tell you about your mother, and I

man would just keep going and going. I held myself back

I agreed. “Just

had passed, and just as discussed, I met Mario

man was planning on renting out

claimed. The ‘we’ in question made me uncomfortable because I had actually worked my butt off to get where I was today. I wasn’t

put a plate in front of me. At least the food looked good because

was starving.

do this

my wife,” Mario spoke. “Your brothers tend to run away from me Marvin didn’t

spoke casually. “So you said you had something to share about my mom?”

took a breath and reached for his pockets. “Right, Carmela.” He pulled out several pictures and

us.” He threw them

observed the man and the woman. It was Mario and mom at the beach, roller rink, movies, and anything else one could think of. Mario had his arm wrapped around her in an overprotective manner in most if not

lips. In her last few years, the drugs had ruined her glow, but even then, one could

me asking, who

to go on double dates all

though he was married to Linda and

still around?”

promised to fly over soon, and

many pictures of my mom, so I held on to each memory 1 could think

be one of the maids, but she had never caught my attention.” He spoke. “Until one day she bumped