His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 248

Book & The Castillo Cartel: Dear Marvin

(She was known to be a good girl, he was known to be a monster-but that does not stop them from falling for each other!

What could go wrong if your prison pen pal ends up being the son and heir of the head of the Castillo cartel? What more could go wrong when your overprotective dad is a DEA agent who is determined to take him down?

When Elena Torres, the daughter of a DEA agent, lost i bet and decided to write a prisoner, she had not expected to get in contact with the son of a cartel boss, Marvin Castillo. What she also didn’t expect was for him to get released from prison or for him to take an interest in her. It was clear that fate didn’t want them to be together. She was known to be a good girl, he was known to be a monster-but that does not stop them from falling for each other.

For how long will Elena be able to keep her identity a secret?

Elena

‘Dear stranger,

You don’t know me, and I don’t know you either.”

“Delete!”

My best friend, Victoria, screeched in my ears. I took another look at the laptop screen and reread my message. “Why?” I asked, confused. “What’s wrong with it?”

Victoria let out an annoyed sigh and grabbed the laptop from my lap. “You’re writing a prisoner, not a poet.” She rolled her eyes. “Have you read this guy’s charges?”

I shrugged my shoulders and read through the endless list of charges.

‘Murder’

Assault

Drug trafficking

I made it easier for myself and stopped the count at the third. “How is this guy even allowed on this website?” I laughed at Victoria. She scrunched up her nose and gave me a frown. “I have no idea.”

To others, it might’ve seemed crazy why I, Elena Torres, a 21-year-old, would even think of writing a prisoner, but it was easy. It was all because of a stupid bet, and now I had to hold my end of the deal and prove Victoria wrong

Marvin Romero was my unfortunate victim. He was 25-years-old and sentenced to life without parole, he wouldn’t be coming out any time soon, or better yet-he wouldn’t be coming out at all

Every time I stared at his picture, I had this urge to drop everything and tell Victoria that she was right and that I was a chicken who lived in my family’s shadows, but I didn’t like losing. Marvin seemed like a scary guy, and he was the exact type my dad did not want me to end up with.

though, because I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, and the big and bold letters at

like a gang member?” Tori pointed out. I tilted my head and took another look at his countless tattoos. He had

on purpose. Guys like him wouldn’t reply. He said it himself-he was bored, which was pretty understandable because it wasn’t like

Hi, Marvin!

name is

also

your profile on the message board and read you needed

what? I can be

would like to talk and are up for a challenge, I would like for you to solve this

bars won’t keep

From,

Lena.

key. Tori let out a gasp and burst out laughing. “Jesus, Lena.” She giggled. “It looks like you’re sending a mail to a pre-schooler, and what’s up with all the

“I send the email, so I won the bet, right?”

spoke. I quickly closed my laptop and stood up

Torres and just for that reason, I did

Mr. Torres,” Victoria greeted him. My dad smiled at us before his eyes moved

was that he was annoyingly overprotective, just like my brother, Alex. It might’ve been strange, but coming right back home after university to work as a bartender at

his arm and led him out of my room while I

early-how was

make him some tea and patiently waited to hear his story. “The case of Stevie’s murderer might get dismissed.” He shared. “The Castillo’s planted false

scum walk free.”

do you know the evidence is fake?”

a deep breath and looked into my eyes. “I just

crime, and even though I was not allowed to receive all that information, my dad shared it because he wanted

my mom ran off and abandoned the family to live with some criminal lover when I was just five years old. We hadn’t

wanted to protect me, but

when it couldn’t get any worse, my dad’s partner was murdered on a mission several years ago. Stevie Maddens was my dad’s best friend and the man who used to sit on the

with eyes

not, sir.” She spoke. “I have to

visit tomorrow!”

friend, but I couldn’t help it. Tori was intelligent, beautiful, popular, and had a successful career. She worked at her dad’s law firm and was way too good to be hanging out with me.

both shared the same dream, the dream to become a lawyer. Tori succeeded, while I had to deal with rejection after rejection and took the

a tea bag and some sugar and reached for a cup. “I do. I’ll be home late-so don’t wait up for me.”

tea and knew what was about to come. “You can always stop working and let me take care of