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,

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

needed my space, and I couldn’t be stuck in a house with him any longer. “You got me,” I smiled. “I’m

his joke, and I was not about to ruin his fun. He gave me a wink and finished

case, please have a

Rona. She looked over the counter and scanned the tables with her eyes. “You’re finished. You

day. We worked

for a while,” Rona spoke. She wasn’t that much older than I was, and we got along well.

only been around three months

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

I was such a good person, and I did

Rona spoke once again. “I only have to count the money,

ignored her words and sat down. “You know you want me to keep you company!” I

could’ve just

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

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

such 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.” I smiled. “Maybe you can,”

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

shared with her. She was an excellent person to talk to and always listened to whatever I had to say. Rona stopped what she was

“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

“Yes, that one!”

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

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

me how. “You create a profile, take a look at the