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

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

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

and didn’t care where they got people from, as long as they did

was announced by the sound of

turned to

while the one beside her had lowered her head. Work was a terrible thing, to

grew a blush on her cheeks, pushing her strands of jet-black hair behind her ears. “I-I

been

friendly tone.

me. The stare in her light-brown eyes was anything but friendly, but her beauty

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

Vincenzo Garcia?” The one with the attitude

name wasn’t unknown around here. Some made me out to be a monster; others claimed that despite

likely heard great things about me and

smile on my lips and straightened my suit. “Well, yes, I’ve heard of him.” I played along.

cake from the display, smirking. “In that case.” She raised

face. “No, but he’s got some nerve sending his people over to pick up some pastries!” The

She cried out as I

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

joy!” I got attacked for some reason. “When our dad went into business with you, you devils who have been leeching and threatening all of us—he thought you would help him and not

dad? So this was indeed a family

of Garcia’s

uncle’s

hell was going on here?

That’s enough!” Paloma grabbed her sister by her waist, trying to stop her from talking-but she wouldn’t stop,

demand the money we don’t have-but to threaten to kill a man’s daughters?” Livial shrugged

I’m so so sorry!” Paloma bowed her head, ashamed. “Please tell Vincenzo Garcia that it won’t happen again.”

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

you, fuck your people,

the back. I’m

“Here is your