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 the proof

that man, Stevie Maddens,

was standing between Maddens and his partner, George Torres, carrying the same bright smile she

This wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be.

of person. She could not be a spy, not

smirked. “That bitch

out!” My mouth was ahead of my brain. All I wanted was for her to get out before the

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

“Marvin-

Not saying another word, Misty ran

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…

to me about her father’s identity

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

take over and grabbed everything I could get in my hands to destroy. Vases,

was

her meet my family, showed her the business

A spy.

A rat.

A devil.

to the ground,

could I have been that

Calm down, Marvin.

to

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

I

she like?”

“H-huh?”

personality-what is she like?” I gestured my hand,

wasn’t completely stupid. That all of

that I wasn’t head over heels for a

us, about her, seemed real, and I never felt the need to push her any further to talk about

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

He’s an idiot.

been fooled as well.

like a princess, locked in a tower. Her mother ran off a long time ago-so she and her brother are

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 her.”

is kind, a people person-always has a lot to say, extroverted, makes friends easily, lights up a room in an instant.” It sounded as if he had gotten

I swallowed my breath. “Is that what you think

be far stretched for someone like Mario to kill