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

Chapter 336

Elena

Once I stepped outside, I could finally breathe. Relieved, I brushed my hands through my hair to calm myself down and closed my eyes to process everything.

“Elena, wait!” Marvin caught up with me as my eyes shot open. His hand reached to hold mine, only to stop when he had noticed the blood on his hands. “I-I can explain!” The shame was written on his face.

I didn’t need him to explain why he had just killed a liar. Trust me. It would only add to my nerves.

“You don’t have to,” I told Marvin, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m okay, so let’s just pretend none of this happened.”

“What-us?”

“No, not us!” I clarified. “T-that thing I saw just now.”

“Elena…” Marvin sighed, noticing I couldn’t even describe what had just happened. He killed a man. He had actually pulled the trigger, and I knew it wasn’t the first time.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I cracked a laugh. “I’m not angry. Really, I’m not!” I said. “Trust me. I don’t have the right to be.”

Not after all my lies.

“So all those things you said about actually enjoying all of this…were serious?” I tried changing the subject, which wasn’t the smartest thing.

“I’m sorry.” Marvin looked down at his bloody hands. I’m sorry I brought you into this. I’m sorry you had to see this-I’m sorry.”

Sorry?

“You shouldn’t be apologizing to me. You should let your friend apologize to the both of us for bringing me here.” I called out Panther indirectly. I didn’t want to pick a fight with that man, but this was downright evil.

Marvin clenched his jaw, closing his eyes. If he let Panther’s behavior pass this time, I might as well drop my investigation and move on with my life. “I-if you wait for a bit, I’ll clean myself and take you home-

“No thanks, that won’t be necessary. I need a minute.” I cut him off. I still loved him, and I was still going to save him-but I just couldn’t get over that lifeless body on the ground. He shot him as if it was nothing.

“I’ll just take the bus or something.”

“In this neighborhood?”

I’m George Torres’ daughter, and I can hold my own. Trust me. I’ll manage

“I can take her home, boss.” A guy spoke, revealing himself as he removed a cigarette from his mouth.

Judging by his looks and courage to approach Marvin, I could tell this was probably someone ambitious trying to do good. A rookie who had yet to prove himself.

Marvin scoffed. “That’s not necessary-”

“I’d appreciate that, thank you.” I nodded, interrupting him.

Marvin sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ll see you home then?” He raised his brows.

“Yes, definitely!”

+5 Bonus

way back to the mansion-I took enough time

upset with Marvin, I was angry at Panther for

had to

how long have you been

came out of prison.” The guy smiled brightly, turning his head for a split second.

he been

had been like Panther this entire time? That would make me look like

guy shrugged. “He even tells me to

relieved, remembering he

Dad and Alex had no issue making me feel guilty about not pushing through school,

about and told me being able

about Panther?” I asked.

steering wheel. “Yeah, yeah-also

to lie. Panther was a dangerous person one would

walk from here-I need some fresh air, thank you. I excused myself as

“No problem.”

lot to think about.

if I told Marvin the

or would he at least give me

to see him live in action, knowing exactly what he

to

to believe when it would come down to it? His lifetime friend, or a

with evidence. All

making me jump from the sidewalks. I could recognize that jeep in my sleep. It

welcoming smile. “Get in!” He spoke. “I was just on my way to see you!”

“For?”

you out for lunch!”

that was unlikely. Marvin knew when to give me

care? I needed an excuse to leave the mansion, even if it meant having lunch with

me feel safe. Maybe it was because of his job, or perhaps because

identity a secret without wanting

Lucas shrugged. “I just felt like having lunch with

two of

the Castillos aren’t normal

know, you tell

feel frightened because I had no idea he could do that. Smiling, in general, was not something he did

we going?”

“Someplace special!”

weird behavior. Perhaps, it was not too late to get out of the car, but once again-did it truly matter where we were

if he drove me off a bridge right now. At least that way, I didn’t have to deal with all

drove me to a diner downtown instead. Being in