His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 252

Marvin

Hi again, Lena.

I wasn’t done talking to you, so it’s a bit rude of you to cut off our conversation, don’t you think?

I would’ve never guessed you were a 21-year-old, but I like your energy.

Thanks for the heart, although you missed the big letters, displaying this is NOT a dating site, I feel flattered.

Now that I know your age, I want to know more about you. What are your hobbies? What are your goals?

Waiting for your reply,

Marvin

(Ps. please stop with the emojis.)

“Is there anything wrong with my reply?” I asked my lawyer, Steven Laine. We had a meeting about the upcoming court date, and I felt the need to show him that I had finally replied to someone on the message board. The only issue was that this girl was a bit rude and left me hanging. “It has been two days already, but she has not responded.”

Laine let out a sigh and looked at me as if he asked me whether I was serious. “What?” I asked, oblivious. “Did I say something wrong?”

It was always something. After all these weeks, I finally responded to someone on the message board, only for that random girl to ghost me. She wasn’t really that interesting anyway.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit passive-aggressive?” Laine commented. I shrugged my shoulders and turned around the laptop so I could read the message one more time. “No?” I frowned. “What about this is aggressive?”

“You really don’t know?” Laine tilted his head while I was still trying to find out what the hell he was talking about. “Mr. Castillo,” Laine sighed. “The point of this program is to show the court that you’re capable of interacting with others…like a normal human being.”

“Right?” I spoke, surprised. “It’s so selfish that I do know how to behave and am stuck in here, while some girl doesn’t even dare to reply to my message and gets to stroll around free.”

“Hmm.” Laine hummed. “How about you find another

pen pal?”

throwing a tantrum. I wanted Elena Torres. I was interested in what kind of person she was and wanted

behavior was a bit obsessive or perhaps even stalker-ish, but I had no bad intentions. I just wanted to get to know my pen pal a bit better,

do was

my path towards freedom going?” I grinned as I changed the subject. “Let’s

his map on the table. “Everything is

“But?”

waited for the bad news. He called me by my first name, which couldn’t mean any good. “I am

silent, which only added to my nerves, so I leaned forward and looked him in the eye. “Laine,” I spoke in a threatening tone. “I have told everyone, from the goddam guards to the stone

reassure me, but it was already too late. I could sense the issue from here.

“Good,” I spoke

what’s the

to let you go, you’ll never truly have your freedom.”

“What?”

nothing to do with the transport or the murder of officer Maddens,” Laine spoke. “Play it safe and put all the blame on the Hernandez.”

ruin my reputation and

asking you to come to your senses and

quite some nerve to ask something like that from me. We were not on good terms with the Hernandez cartel, and it was mainly because both sides expected each other to have

can’t do

asked. “The leak did not come from our side, so it had to be from the Hernandez.”

the both of you, and someone has to go-the Hernandez had already decided that it was

moved against us?” I asked. All of this didn’t make any sense. If Freddie Hernandez wanted to move against us, he would’ve done it a long time

failed transport, they had become silent enemies. Would Freddie really go that far?

you’re in here,” Laine spoke, “Santiago is not a threat to them. They seem him as weak, inexperienced, easy to take

“Your father is old. You were never meant to get out. They had hoped for the Castillo’s to

younger, and the moment I’d step out, it would mean dad had a true heir. Someone powerful

in disbelief. “It won’t matter anyway,” Laine reassured

I chuckled. “The DEA going after the Hernandez right after

sounds, it sounds better than having both the DEA and the Hernandez after your

mouth, but Laine was right. We could only handle that much at a time, and I would not sacrifice myself to get stuck

own spit.