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.

thick graffiti on the walls, broken windows, and poorly built houses contrasted with

area where many acquaintances recruited the younger boys trying to make a

late Fabio Garcia had planted in my head that they were not trustworthy, immature, and easily

as they did their jobs-and that was something

the bakery, my arrival was announced by the sound of a

turned

one beside her had lowered

cheeks, pushing her strands of jet-black hair behind her ears. “I-I

been the

am,” I spoke in a friendly tone.

glaring at me. The stare in her light-brown

figuring they must’ve been sisters. One was friendly and welcoming, and the other

you know Vincenzo Garcia?” The one with the attitude asked, placing her

monster; others claimed that despite being a carbon copy of that man-I

heard great things about me and wished for

and straightened my suit. “Well, yes, I’ve heard

“In that case.” She raised the dessert. “You can tell

getting the chance to realize what was going on, the cake got pushed in my face. “No, but he’s got some nerve sending his people over to pick up some pastries!” The cake was still pressed against my face

cried out as

family!” I got a finger pointed in my face.

of our family and this neighborhood. It brings the people joy!” I got attacked for some reason. “When our dad went into business with you, you devils who have been leeching

dad? So this was

one of Garcia’s side

this uncle’s

was going on here?

That’s enough!” Paloma grabbed her sister by her waist, trying to stop her from talking-but she

we don’t have-but to threaten to kill a man’s daughters?” Livial shrugged herself out of her sister’s grip. “How dares

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

did not know who I was. I was scared to imagine what would’ve happened had she learned it was the real deal

you, fuck your people,

off to the back. I’m glad

“Here is your