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

Chapter 366

Vincenzo

“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.

poorly built houses contrasted with my perfectly white suit.

was an area where many acquaintances recruited the younger boys trying

education, but because the late Fabio Garcia had planted in my head that they

Morales 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

announced by the sound of a bell. Immediately the two

counter turned

One of the women asked while the one beside her had lowered her head. Work was a terrible thing,

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

I am,” I spoke in a friendly tone. “Pick up for Vincenzo

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

back and forth between the two women who almost seemed identical, figuring they must’ve been sisters.

you know Vincenzo Garcia?” The one with the attitude asked, placing her hand on her hip.

others claimed that despite being a carbon copy of that man-I was nothing like my late father.

most likely heard great things

my suit. “Well, yes, I’ve

smirking. “In that case.” She raised the dessert. “You

some nerve sending his people over to pick up some pastries!” The cake was still pressed against my face until the

cried out as I froze in

sneered. “I’m doing this for the good of the family!” I got a finger pointed in my face.

our dad went into business with you, you devils who have been leeching

So this was indeed

of Garcia’s

this uncle’s doing?

was

her waist, trying to stop her from

have-but to threaten to kill a man’s daughters?” Livial shrugged herself out of her sister’s

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

my brow, remembering they 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

you, fuck your people, and fuck Vincenzo

to leave Livia’s mouth before she stormed off to the back. I’m glad she did because I was not in the mood for another

“Here is your