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

Chapter 366

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“Great, now I have to look for a tutor,” I mumbled, dragging my feet to Luis’ room.

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I found myself in front of a closed door. “Luis, we need to talk!” I knocked but got no answer in return.

“Lu-

“Don’t.” My brother yelled back. “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear your apology.”

Where was Nic when you needed him? The same prick who had been so busy saying goodbye to friends was the only one who could handle Luis’ problematic behavior.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Just tell me how I can fix it. “I tried getting ari’answer. “Come on. let’s talk about it!”

“I don’t want to talk because you don’t know how to talk-you only know how to yell,” Luis called back. “You can come and talk to me when I feel like talking to you.”

Although I wasn’t the only one at fault, I felt terrible for what I had done and wanted to put it behind us so we could find a solution.m

Luis changed a lot, and I wondered when I began losing control over him. Was it because I was not strict enough? Because I kept myself busy with women and parties instead of my brother?

“I’ll make it up to you.” I sighed. “I promise.”

“Good!” Luis snarled. “You can start by not camping in front of my door!” He said. “And get me something to cat…maybe?”

To end our feud, I called every bakery in the area, hoping to find Luis’ favorite pastry.

As expected, they were all sold out in all but one bakery, and I placed an order to pick them up straight

away.

Not even ten minutes later-I walked the streets of the rundown neighborhood. The city had always been noticeably divided, and it felt awful.

on the walls, broken windows, and poorly built

younger boys trying to make a living, but I was heavily

cared so much for their education, but because the late Fabio Garcia had planted in my head that they were not trustworthy, immature, and

shared different values and didn’t care where they got people from, as long as they did their jobs-and that was something I could already tell we were going

bakery, my arrival was announced by the sound of a bell. Immediately

turned to me.

one beside her had lowered

smiled as the woman grew a blush on her cheeks, pushing her strands of jet-black hair behind her ears. “I-I mean, a-are

must’ve been the

spoke in a friendly tone. “Pick up

The other woman looked up, glaring at me. The stare in her light-brown eyes was anything but friendly, but

seemed identical, figuring they must’ve been sisters. One was friendly and welcoming,

one with the

unknown around here. Some made me out to be a monster; others claimed that despite being a carbon copy of that man-I was nothing like

likely heard great things about me and wished for an

and straightened my suit. “Well,

smirking. “In that case.” She raised the dessert. “You can tell him to kiss this

on, the cake got pushed in my face. “No, but he’s got some nerve sending his people over to pick up some

out as I froze in my spot.

I got a finger pointed in my face. Well, from what I could see-because my eyes were covered with

some reason. “When our dad went into business with you, you devils who have

So this was indeed a family issue.

this one of Garcia’s side

uncle’s

hell was

stop her from talking-but she wouldn’t stop, and maybe I didn’t want her

money we don’t have-but to threaten to kill a man’s

so sorry!” Paloma bowed her head, ashamed. “Please

did not know who I was. I was scared to imagine what would’ve happened had she learned it was the real deal standing in front of her-the one and only

your people, and

off to the back. I’m glad she did because I was not in the

“Here is your