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

Chapter 342

Marvin

It had only been a few hours since I watched the video Anya left behind, along with countless files containing shocking information about Panther’s betrayal. Not only Panter, but also Tiago, the one I would take a bullet for.

And poor Anya…..

Poor Anya had to pay with her life for trying to expose him. She could’ve told me the truth, she could’ve asked for my help-but she didn’t. Her love for Tiago must’ve been so big, she must’ve wanted enough evidence to show me he got manipulated.

I felt shocked, numb, and in utter disbelief that my friend, my brother, had been betraying me. And on top of that, I had to deal with Elena’s lies.

How could I have been so blind? How could I have allowed myself to be played by three people I thought I could trust? I had always believed that I was strong, that my instincts were sharp. Yet, I was deceived.

Me.

The heir of the Castillo.

All this time I had been keeping a close eye on Victor, while it were those three I really had to look out for.

For a second, I wondered if I had been too harsh on Elena-but then, I realized I wasn’t. She was the daughter of George Torres, an acquaintance of Stevie Maddens.

The same man who’s murder I took the blame for, only to save my brother who didn’t give a shit about

Panther, who had been like my brother hurt me more than Tiago and Elena combined. I had known him for ages, he was supposed to be by my side-dad and I gave him everything.

I guess this was his thanks.

I couldn’t help but wonder where all of that greed had gotten from. Cisco was my only nephew. Of course I would give the world. He didn’t need to be the heir or the boss for that.

Damn it, Panther.

Why did he had to take it that far?

was not a minor misdemeanor. This was something

stay quiet about this, and if Mario Castillo would figure out-he would have his head,

for any other fool trying to betray or family. Panther would then most likely mention Elena’s mistakes, which would also get her into

want that.

There was no escaping that. What I could do was give

own blood, my brother had chosen to

in, humming nonchalantly. His casual behavior made my blood boil, but I kept my

he would run to Mario to tell him the truth about Elena. This

all along.

Marvin,” Panther greeted me. “You feeling better?”

table, trying to maintain my composure as I grew a fake smile on my lips. “Yeah, I’m

long sip, and all I could do was fight the urge not

about that drug

I cut him off. I didn’t give

let out a chuckle. “Are you still thinking about earlier? Because if it’s about that, I’ll call her and personally

told him, “I just

moment before responding. T’d say she’s a

the

raised an eyebrow. “Good for you or good

smirked, seemingly amused by the question. “Does it matter?” He played it

answer him. Instead, I moved on to the next step of my

I informed him. Since the two wanted to behave

the countryside with the Armando’s, but I wanted him to learn a lesson

with his life, and the other with guilt.

for him, or regarding his knowledge about Panther’s

want to pick

I breathed. “It’s time for things to get back to the way they’re

a four-hour drive. Panther, as oblivious as ever, chatted

had somehow failed to notice the storm of emotions raging inside

contain my anger at his betrayal, and my hands were tightly clutching