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.

grabbed his phone and scrolled through some pictures. “Here’s

picture of that man,

and his partner, George Torres, carrying the same bright

This wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be.

kind of person. She could not be

“That bitch been

my brain. All I wanted was for her to get

escalated.

“W-what?” Misty blinked.

It couldn’t be like this, and there must be some

“Marvin-

growled, connecting my fist with the wall. Not

the cement. It wouldn’t be the first time. The wall could get fixed, but the news I had just

Not Elena.

Not her.

All this time…

me about her

his distance, and only then could I

anger take over and grabbed everything I could get in my hands to destroy. Vases, glasses, paintings-it didn’t matter,

was a

showed her the business

A spy.

A rat.

A devil.

that was necessary to burn this family to the

could I have been that

Calm down, Marvin.

to

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

gatherings.” Throughout everything, Stanfield remained calm. Even when I had destroyed the house in front of him. “We’ve

is she like?”

“H-huh?”

hand,

I wasn’t completely stupid. That all

fake, that I

I never felt the need to push

on her and hadn’t second-guessed it for a second.

He’s an idiot.

been fooled

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

the damn dad!” My voice was shaking as I began losing my patience.

up a room in an instant.” It sounded as if he had gotten the information straight out of her biography. “Misty told me she lied to you about her

what you think Mario Castillo will tell me when

stretched for someone like Mario