His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 249

“What? No!”

Gabriel was one of the many exes who my dad had scared away. He wasn’t that ‘friendly, and neither was my brother. If it were up to them, I would remain single until the very day I died. According to them, no one was good enough for me. “How could we even reunite when you scared him off.”

“Oh,” My dad spoke, flustered. “You’re right. I did scare him off.”“

He took a sip from his tea and went into deep thoughts. “What could you possibly be hiding from me?” He mumbled.

Nothing, dad, the only thing I’m hiding from you is that I’ve emailed one of the people you despise the most-a felon.

“I was buying your birthday gift. It wasn’t meant for your eyes.” I teased him. Even though he was

liculous, I couldn’t help but feel bad and didn’t want him to crack his brains over nothing. “Birthday

He smiled, relieved. “I can live with that.”

ill you be home for dinner tonight?”

No, I told him. “I’m working a late shift, so don’t wait up for me.”

I felt terrible for abandoning him, but he was breathing in my neck, and it was slowly getting on my nerves. I loved my dad and brother, but their overprotective behavior on top of their occupation didn’t exactly help me.

The fact that my dad and my brother were DEA agents had always embarrassed me. Whenever I told anyone that my family worked for the government, they didn’t hesitate and took their distance from me,

he made me feel bad.

thing which he hadn’t realized was that it was the reality. I needed my

by looking at his face, I could tell my dad probably thought I was playing along with his joke, and I was not about to

that case, please have a nice day at work.”

over the counter and scanned the tables with her eyes. “You’re finished. You can

I had served for the day. We worked with eight other people, but I was the manager of this place which meant I carried

much older than I was, and we got along well. If it weren’t for her,

around three months

a desk all day, that was for sure. I was mainly here for my skills as a mixologist. I had always created my

you really want me to go?” I spoke awkwardly. I hated the fact that I was such a

have to count the money, don’t waste your time and enjoy your

“You know you want me to keep you company!” I smirked. Rona let out

could’ve just asked so.”

were going to offer?” Rona commented. “Don’t

I calmed her down. I was not in the mood to see my dad at the kitchen table while he waited for my return. I didn’t mind staying away for a little longer. “Take

to hear it from someone else. “Maybe I can show you some of my new recipes after

new stories to share?” She asked. “What

person to talk to and always listened to whatever I

“A prisoner?”

her memories. “Yes.” Rona nodded. “You mean your friend who called you boring and dared you to do something which your dad

“Yes, that one!”

Rona laughed out loud.

I always had the urge to show everyone that I made my own rules, regardless of my dad

profile, take a look at the message board and look for someone to write,” I explained. “I chose to send an email, but you can