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.

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

Tori pointed out. I tilted my head and took another look at his countless tattoos. He had

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

Hi, Marvin!

is

like you, I’m also from San

message board and read

what? I can be

talk and are up for a challenge, I would like

keep a prisoner

From,

Lena.

I smiled as I pressed the key. Tori let out a gasp and burst out laughing. “Jesus, Lena.” She

shrugged. “I send the email, so I won the bet,

quickly closed my laptop and stood up

but to others, he was DEA agent Torres and just for that reason, I did not

smiled at us before his eyes moved towards my laptop. “Is it something I’m not allowed

It might’ve been strange, but coming right back home after university to work as a bartender at a cocktail bar was like a

I told my dad. I pulled him by his arm and led him out of my room while I looked back to stare at

back early-how was

to hear his story. “The case of Stevie’s murderer might get dismissed.” He shared. “The Castillo’s planted false evidence, and now they’re going after the

scum walk free.”

do you know the evidence is

looked

crime, and even though I was not

to live with some criminal lover when I was just five

to protect me, but it was

several years ago. Stevie Maddens was my dad’s best friend and the man who used to sit on the couch every single day, but now he was gone. My dad couldn’t handle the loss of his best friend and was obsessed with bringing these people down.

with eyes full of worry. “It’s not because of me, right?” He

shook her head and gave him a side-hug. “Of course not, sir.” She

visit tomorrow!”

last time and walked out the door. At times I couldn’t believe myself and did not have a good reason why I was even jealous of my best 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

the same dream, the dream to become a lawyer. Tori succeeded,

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

with my eyes as I prepared his tea and knew what was about to