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.

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

trying to

education, but because the late Fabio Garcia had planted in my head that they were not trustworthy, immature,

and didn’t care where they got people from, as long as they did their jobs-and that was something I could

bakery, my arrival was announced by the sound of a

counter turned

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

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

must’ve been the

friendly tone. “Pick up for

stare in her light-brown eyes

forth between the two women who almost seemed identical, figuring they must’ve been sisters. One was friendly and welcoming, and the other fearless and

the attitude asked, placing

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

great things about me and wished for an introduction.

straightened my suit.

the display, smirking. “In that case.” She raised the dessert. “You can tell him

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

She cried out as I froze in my spot.

a finger pointed in my face. Well, from what I could see-because

business with you, you devils who have been leeching and threatening all of us—he thought

dad? So this was

one of

this uncle’s

was going on

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

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

so sorry!” Paloma bowed her head, ashamed.

what would’ve happened had she learned it was the real deal standing in front of

your people, and fuck Vincenzo Garcia!”

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

“Here is your