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,

me to leave you dinner?” My dad asked in a sad tone. I hated whenever he made me feel bad.

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 any longer. “You got me,” I smiled. “I’m sick

his face, I could tell my dad probably thought I was playing along with his joke, and I was not about to ruin his fun. He gave me a wink and finished his tea in one go.

please have a nice day at work.”

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

served for the day. We worked

I was, and we

around three months since

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 hated the fact that I was such a good person, and I

again. “I only have to count the money, don’t

sat down. “You know you want me to keep you company!” I smirked. Rona

could’ve just asked

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

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 your

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.”

to share?” She asked. “What

to and always listened to whatever I had to say. Rona stopped what she was

“A prisoner?”

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

“Yes, that one!”

laughed out loud. “You never

the day. It was all that truly mattered. I always had the urge to show everyone that

that works?” Rona wondered. It was 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 to write,” I explained. “I chose to send