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?”

chair and turned my head to look at the man who leaned over the desk. Mario Castillo. Behind him stood

he

into my office, and our eyes met. “Absolutely not.”

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 no one would ever take me seriously if they knew about my relationship with the Mario

“Lucas!”

things couldn’t get worse, I now had to deal with the head

Peter Clover.

agent until he made the switch after catching Freddie Hernandez for the murder of Stevie Maddens. The same murder George believes Marvin committed.

I had some questions about this case I’m working on?”

from me to Mario and the men with squinted eyes but eventually stuck

“Marvin found

so?” Clover frowned, unaware that this angel was the daughter of his

is

escaped from between Mario’s lips. “It’s good to

he couldn’t get to Mario. Clover and I

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

finger at me. “I

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

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

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

“I see.”

are you doing

allowed to visit my son?”

my lips. “You’re always welcome,”

criminal in the city risked everything to come and see me at

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

Sure.

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

me no choice. “I have

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

do that.” I agreed. “Just tell me the time

passed, and just as discussed, I met Mario

man was planning on renting

own 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. I wasn’t involved in any illegal business and

your pasta.” A waitress put a plate in front of

was starving.

do this

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

said you had something to share about

reached for his pockets. “Right, Carmela.” He pulled

pictures of us.” He threw them on the table.

and 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

the drugs had ruined her glow, but

me asking, who took

to go on double dates

married to Linda and had

he still

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

asked shyly. I didn’t have many pictures of my mom, so I held on to each memory

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