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,

dad asked in a sad tone. I hated whenever he made me feel bad. “I’m good, thank you,” I turned him down. “I think I’ll be

thing which he hadn’t realized was that it was the reality. I needed my space, and I couldn’t be stuck in a house with him

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

please have a nice day

Rona. She looked over the counter and scanned the tables with her eyes.

exhausted and couldn’t keep up with the number of people who I had served for the day. We worked with eight other people, but I was the manager of

older than I was, and we got along well. If it

been around three months since

started my job, but I enjoyed it here. It was better than sitting behind a desk all day, that was for sure. I was mainly here for my skills as a mixologist. I had always created my own recipes, and they always seemed to perform

I was such a good person, and I did

once again. “I only 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

just asked so.”

if I knew you were going to offer?” Rona commented. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it quick.”

I was not in the mood to see my dad at the kitchen table while he waited for my return. I

a good person,” Rona praised me. I knew I was, but it felt good to hear it from someone else. “Maybe I can show you some of my new recipes after we’re finished.”

any new stories to share?” She asked. “What did

person to talk to and always listened to whatever I had to say. Rona stopped what

“A prisoner?”

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

“Yes, that one!”

Rona laughed out loud.

the bet.” I shrugged at the end of the day. It was all that truly mattered. I always had the

something I also didn’t know until Victoria showed me how. “You create a profile, take a look at the message board and look for someone