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

Chapter 340

Marvin

The guys could talk all they pleased, but I wasn’t embarrassed for rushing to the house to apologize to

Elena.

My biggest goal was for her not to see what kind of monster I was, and unfortunately, she did. It was easy to blame Panther, but only one person was to blame-and that person was me.

Seeing Lucas comforting her brought a sharp pain to my heart. Of course, the detective had to be there for her, while I couldn’t. Call it jealousy. I didn’t care.

With Elena on my mind, I went straight home after handling business, but she was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t too far stretched to believe she might’ve run off with Lucas, the perfect detective.

Hours went by as I sat at the dining table, waiting for her arrival-but there was still no sign of her.

She wouldn’t respond to my calls, my texts-nothing.

The second I heard footsteps at the front, I rushed to the door-thinking it was Elena. As I opened it, I realized that wasn’t the case. It was Misty.

“What are you doing h-“I was at a loss for words, seeing who she had brought along with her.

“Stanfield.” I frowned at the man who I knew all too well. “I didn’t know the two of you were acquainted.”

“N-Neither did I.” He swallowed his breath.

Breathing heavily, Misty pulled out a picture, pushing it into Stanfield’s face. “This girl?” She raised her voice. “Tell him who she is.”

What was the meaning of all of this?

I grabbed the picture out of her hands, a photo of Elena “What are you doing with her picture?” I furrowed my brows. “Are you that obsessed with her?”

“No.” She snatched the picture from my hands, pushing it to Stanfield’s face. “Give me the name of this girl.”

“Elena Torres.” Stanfield’s voice was clear, and his answer was correct.

“So it’s Elena. Who cares?” I clicked my tongue.

Misty slapped Stanfield’s shoulder, and the man looked tensed and frightened. “No, tell him who her dad

is!”

“Her dad?” I began losing the plot. What did her father have to do with any of this?

Stanfield lowered his head, ignoring my eyes. “George Torres, DEA agent on probation and former partner of Stevie Maddens-the agent you got accused of murdering

I froze. “What do you mean?” My legs felt numb, my head spun, and nothing else made sense.

Elena, my Elena, the daughter of a DEA Agent?

There must’ve been some kind of mistake.

scrolled through some pictures. “Here’s the

was a picture of that man, Stevie Maddens, with Elena. My

his partner, George Torres, carrying the same

This wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be.

of person. She could

“That bitch been playing

was ahead of my brain. All I wanted was for

escalated.

“W-what?” Misty blinked.

but my first instinct was to protect Elena, It couldn’t be like this, and there must be some explanation. Elena wouldn’t lie to me, “Get out, go

“Marvin-

fist with the wall. Not saying another word,

should stay,” I told Stanfield, noticing I had punched a hole through the cement. It wouldn’t be the first time. The wall could get fixed, but the news I had

Not Elena.

Not her.

All this time…

no reason she would lie to me about her father’s identity other than setting me up.

held his distance, and only then could I notice that I was completely out of

hands to destroy. Vases, glasses, paintings-it didn’t matter, as long as I could destroy it

Torres was a fraud.

meet my family, showed her the business to the very last detail -and she was

A spy.

A rat.

A devil.

to the ground, and I handed it to her on

have been that stupid?

Calm down, Marvin.

need to calm down.

held low and my hands glued to the glass table, I closed my eyes and drew a breath. “Have you met her?” The

remained calm. Even when I had destroyed

she like?”

“H-huh?”

I gestured my hand, forcing him not to waste my

stupid. That all of this

not fake, that I wasn’t head over heels for a liar.

the need to push her any further to talk

background check Panther did on her and hadn’t second-guessed it

He’s an idiot.

fooled as

a tower. Her mother ran off a long time ago-so she and her brother

you to tell me about her, not about the damn dad!” My voice was shaking as I began losing my patience. “Just….tell me I wasn’t wrong about

sounded as if he had gotten the information straight out of her biography. “Misty told me she lied to you about her identity,

you think Mario Castillo will tell me when he finds

someone like Mario to kill