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?”

turned my head to look at the man who leaned over the desk. Mario Castillo. Behind him stood two of his men, who

he doing here?”

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

of the office. This was the only division that was not corrupt, and no one would ever take me seriously if they knew about my relationship with the

“Lucas!”

basis?” The new captain revealed himself, walking down the stairs. As if things couldn’t get worse, I now had to deal with

Peter Clover.

made the switch after catching Freddie Hernandez for the murder of Stevie Maddens. The same murder George believes

I tried explaining. “He’s here because I had some questions

squinted eyes but eventually stuck out his hand. “How are your

chuckled. “Marvin found himself

that so?” Clover frowned, unaware that this angel

Tiago is out of town.”

that?” A laugh escaped from between Mario’s lips. “It’s good to know you’re finally making use of those gigantic ears of

he couldn’t get to Mario. Clover and I felt the same, but unfortunately

down.” Clover looked at me. “Lucas is one of the good

behaving today.” Mario spoke. He pointed his finger at me. “I like this

the door behind me and looked at the man who had

was not afraid of speaking his mind. It almost pained

to his face. “I just don’t want people to

“I see.”

you doing here?”

allowed to visit my son?”

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

most feared criminal in the

presence.” He continued. “You’re different from your siblings, and I like that

Sure.

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

this man would just keep going and going. I held myself back from clenching

that.” I agreed. “Just tell me the time and place.”

hours had passed, and just as discussed, I met Mario for dinner at

known that the man was planning on renting out the whole place, I

worked my butt off to get where I was today. I wasn’t involved in

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

was starving.

do this

spoke. “Your brothers tend to run away

“So you said you had something to share about

for his pockets. “Right,

some pictures of us.” He

the beach, roller rink, movies, and anything else one could think of. Mario had his arm

smile on my lips. In her last few years, the drugs had ruined her

you don’t mind me asking, who took these

uncle, Julio,” Mario explained. “We used to go on double

was married to Linda and had Marvin

still

to fly over soon, and he

of my mom, so I

she had never caught my attention.” He spoke. “Until one day she bumped into me. Our eyes met-and that’s