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.

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

area where many acquaintances recruited the younger boys trying

because I cared so much for their education, but because the late Fabio Garcia had planted in my head that they

where they got people from, as long as they did their jobs-and that was something I could already tell we

arrival was announced by

counter turned to

her had lowered her head. Work was a terrible thing, to who would

a blush on her cheeks, pushing her strands of jet-black hair behind her ears. “I-I mean, a-are you in the right

must’ve been the

in a friendly tone. “Pick up for

glaring at me. The stare in her

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

The one with the

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

had most likely heard great things about

proud smile on my lips and straightened my

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

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

don’t!” She cried out as

this for the good of the family!” I got a finger pointed

family and this neighborhood. It brings the people joy!” I got attacked for some reason. “When our dad went into business with

this was indeed a

one of Garcia’s side businesses?

this uncle’s

hell was going on

her waist, trying to stop her from talking-but she wouldn’t stop, and maybe I

to demand the money we don’t have-but to threaten to kill a

ashamed.

I raised 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 and

people, and fuck

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

“Here is your