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?”

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

was he

looked straight into my office, and our eyes met. “Absolutely not.” He straightened

division that was not corrupt, and no one would ever take me seriously if they knew about my relationship with the Mario

“Lucas!”

himself, walking down the stairs. As if things couldn’t get worse,

Peter Clover.

made the switch after catching Freddie Hernandez for

here because I had some questions about this case I’m

and the men with squinted eyes but eventually stuck out

Mario chuckled. “Marvin found himself a

frowned, unaware that this angel

heard Tiago is out of

laugh escaped from between Mario’s lips. “It’s good to know you’re finally making

he couldn’t get to Mario. Clover and I

don’t knock him down.” Clover looked at me. “Lucas is

worry. I’m behaving today.” Mario spoke. He pointed his finger at me. “I like

Mario followed me to my office. I made sure to shut the door behind me and

and was not afraid of speaking his mind. It almost pained me to say

just don’t want people

“I see.”

what are you doing

not allowed to visit my son?”

a grateful smile on my lips. “You’re always welcome,” I said. “Just wondering what you’re

Mario’s words surprised me. The most feared criminal in the city risked everything

He continued. “You’re different from your

Sure.

I said. At first, I was surprised at how much free time this man had-but

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

more? After feeding me lies, this man would just keep going

I agreed. “Just tell me the

had passed, and just as discussed, I met Mario for

I known that the man was planning on renting out the

place.” Mario claimed. The ‘we’ in question made me uncomfortable because I had actually worked my butt off to get where I was today.

sir, your pasta.” A waitress put a plate in front of me. At least the food

was starving.

you do this often?”

to run away from me Marvin didn’t even want me to visit him

casually. “So you said you had something to share about my

pockets. “Right, Carmela.” He pulled

of us.” He

observed the man and the woman. It was Mario and mom at the beach, roller rink, movies, and anything else one could think of.

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

asking, who took

“We used to go on

Linda and had Marvin and Tiago.

still

promised to fly over soon, and he can’t wait

asked shyly. I didn’t have many pictures of my mom, so

to be one of the maids, but she had never caught my attention.” He spoke. “Until one day she bumped into me. Our eyes met-and that’s when I knew.”