His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 250

Marvin

“Marvin!”

I looked at my younger brother, Santiago, who ran into the visitation room and flew into my arms. No, he wasn’t ten-years-old, he was twenty-one but tented to behave like a toddler.

“What’s up, Santiago!” I greeted him and pulled him into an embrace. The last time I’d seen him outside of this place was a week before his seventeenth birthday. “Let me take a good look at you.” I smiled at him.

“Look!” Tiago spoke with open arms. He stood in a proud stance and waited for me to praise him. “I am looking. You look healthy!”

I looked behind Tiago and nodded at Panther. He wasn’t only a great asset to the family but also my bodyguard and my best friend. He was more than a best friend. He was like my brother:

He protected Tiago, just as he promised, and when I got out of here, he would be the first one to get a big reward.

My name is Marvin Romero Castillo. I’m 25-years old, and I’m the son of the head of the Castillo cartel, Mario Castillo. The Castillo’s were in charge of California and the most powerful cartel in the area.

We had people from all over and were still growing day by day.

“Marvin.” Panther laughed. “You’ve gained weight!

I looked down at my still-toned abs and wondered what kind of bullshit Panther was on. “The food isn’t too bad, so I can’t complain.”

“Of course, it isn’t bad.” Panther spoke. “We’ve made sure you get full course meals.”

It was no lie. The Castillo’s had connections everywhere, so I didn’t have a difficult time at all. It was more like an extended vacation, but I was glad that I was here and not Santiago.

All of this happened four years ago. Because of a rat in the business, the DEA closed in on us and ruined one of our transports. It was Santiago’s first job, so he freaked out and accidentally killed an officer.

I did what got expected of me and took the blame for my brother’s mistake. I ignored my father’s request to let someone else take the fall and took responsibility. It might’ve broken the family, but Tiago was free, and at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.

Tiago wasn’t made for this world and wouldn’t survive a day within this prison, so I decided to do it for him.

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. You’re still in good shape!” Tiago defended me and attacked me into another hug. I ruffled my hand through his hair. “Thanks, Tiago.”

“No touching!” The officer suddenly called out. I pulled away and turned to the man who was way too soft to be in here, Stanfield.

“My bad, boss.” I chuckled at him.

Even though Stanfield was an officer, he was alright. The inmates used to see him as an easy target and liked to bully him, but everything changed when I got involved. I convinced the other Castillo’s to protect

Stanfield, while Stanfield gave me several privileges such as more free time than the other inmates and unlimited access to the computer rooms.

“Sit.” I told Tiago and Panther. They followed my instructions and sat down. “How are you? How are mom, dad, Karina?” I asked Tiago. It was always good to have someone visit.

He spoke. “Dad’s been a dad. He’s been giving me a hard

family business became untouchable.

couldn’t even pull a trigger, and he couldn’t even stick

A failure, son.

but I liked to think otherwise. Tiago’s kind and pure personality was the one thing that had kept our family together. He was the light we needed in this dark

difficult time after killing that DEA officer, but he picked himself back up

person.

I asked. While both parents had no issues showing they preferred me, mom and Tiago had gotten closer.

just two

being Tiago, had plans to marry his high-school sweetheart, Anya. She was a nice girl, and I was happy for him. He was getting married to a normal girl who did not have

I can’t be there.” I apologized. It was what I wanted the

that matters. Tiago reassured me. Luckily there was not enough evidence to hold me in prison any longer, which meant all of this would soon be over. It would only be a matter of time

what have you been up to?” Panther asked.

some sort of prison pen pal. What’s the deal

It was never my intention to sign myself up for that kind of program, but our family lawyer, Laine, told me that it could be seen as

are sending me.” I spoke as I thought about the messages, which were either too formal or too thirsty, which was mainly the reason why I decided to ignore all of them.

Marvin Romero, talk to these random citizens?

board in over two weeks and was done

harsh words, but everything changed when I saw the look on Tiago’s face. “Just listen to Panther,

take a look at that damn message board and send something

smirk on his lips. “You know, people should be

“You should at least send one back for the looks

fine!” I repeated myself yet another time. “What’s the situation with the Hernandez?” I whispered so no one could hear us. We used to split California with the

both cartels lost their transport and the

caused us to stop working together. “What’s the plan for when I get out of here? You know they’ll try to start

but I could see the

trying to get to you, or is it still peaceful?” Santiago asked, worried. I looked at Panther, whose look told me to lie to my brother’s face,

this place, but making a move would’ve been stupid because I was surrounded by the Castillo’s

lit up. He could rant about Anya and the wedding all day, and it was almost fascinating to me. The time passed

and gave him a push against his head. “It’s fine,”

was going on, but she kept her mouth shut and minded

likes you too, and it’s mainly because her sister-in-law has been giving

not stand it whenever

over, ladies,” Stanfield called out. I looked down at Panther’s clenched fists and shook my head. Stanfield could be a pain in

I told Panther. “And don’t let Karina do anything

won’t,” Tiago spoke and looked at Panther for confirmation.

who stood right beside me. He pulled me along and patted me down. “I bet you wished to find something on me.” I teased, while Stanfield ignored

for you to go back into your cage.” He spoke as he pushed my back to make me start walking.

“Yes, boss,”

bring me to the computer room?” I politely requested.

growl and changed our direction. Even if he wanted to say something, he couldn’t because he knew I helped him when he needed it

know that?” He complained. He was always acting tough, but behind that tough act was so much more. He was not cut out to work here, he was as nervous as a cat, but somehow he still

nudged some of the familiar guys and made my