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

man, Stevie

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

This wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be.

of person. She could not be a spy,

smirked. “That bitch been playing you—”

was ahead of my brain. All I

escalated.

“W-what?” Misty blinked.

to protect Elena, It couldn’t be like this, and there must be some explanation.

“Marvin-

with the wall. Not saying another word, Misty ran out the door.

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

Not Elena.

Not her.

All this time…

she would lie to me about her father’s identity other than setting

and only then could I notice that

could get in my hands to destroy. Vases, glasses, paintings-it didn’t matter, as long as I could destroy it the same way that

was a fraud.

her into my house, let her meet my family, showed her the

A spy.

A rat.

A devil.

family to the ground,

could I have been that

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

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

is she

“H-huh?”

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

wasn’t completely stupid. That all of this was

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

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

did on her and hadn’t second-guessed it

He’s an idiot.

must’ve been fooled as

a princess, locked in a tower. Her mother ran off a long time ago-so

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

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 the information

swallowed my breath. “Is that what you think Mario Castillo will tell me

for someone like Mario to