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

acquaintances recruited the younger boys trying to make

so much for their education, but because the late Fabio Garcia had planted in my head that they were not trustworthy, immature, and easily persuaded

where they got people from, as long as they did their jobs-and that was

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

counter turned to

you?” One of the women asked while the one beside her had lowered her

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

been the

friendly

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

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

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

here. Some made me out to be a monster; others claimed that despite being a carbon copy of that man-I was nothing like my late

heard great things about me

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

woman grabbed a cake from the display, smirking. “In that case.” She raised the dessert. “You can

“No, but he’s got some nerve sending his people over to pick up some pastries!” The cake was still pressed against

don’t!” She cried out as

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

got attacked for some reason. “When our dad went into business with you,

dad? So this was

this one of

uncle’s doing?

hell was

her waist, trying to stop her from talking-but she wouldn’t stop, and maybe I didn’t want her to-because I was lost.

to threaten to kill a

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

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

you, fuck your people, and

to leave Livia’s mouth before she stormed off to the back. I’m glad she did

“Here is your