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,

you want me to leave you dinner?” My 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 leaving

it was the reality. I needed my space, and I

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

a nice day

the last table.” I smiled at my boss, Rona. She looked over the counter and

nodded gratefully. I was 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 this place which meant I carried the same responsibilities as

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

had only been around three

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

I hated the fact that I was such a good

have to count the

to keep you company!” I smirked. Rona let

just asked so.”

point of asking if I knew you were going to offer?” Rona

I was not in the mood to see my dad at the kitchen table while

good to hear it from someone else.

share?” She asked. “What did you

She was an excellent person to talk to and always listened to whatever I had to say. Rona stopped what she was doing and looked at me

“A prisoner?”

I told you about?” I freshened up her memories. “Yes.” Rona nodded. “You mean your friend who called you boring and dared you to do something which your dad would never

“Yes, that one!”

to write a prisoner?” Rona laughed out loud. “You never fail

It was all that truly mattered. I always had the urge to show everyone that I made my own rules, regardless of my dad and

create a 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 also