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?”

Torres. I was interested in what kind of person she was and wanted to know more

thought my 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

do

going?” I grinned as I changed the

Laine spoke and placed his map on the table. “Everything is still going according to plan. There’s

“But?”

leaned back in my chair while I waited for the bad news. He called me by my first name, which couldn’t mean any good. “I

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 in the damn yard, that I’ll be getting out soon, so I will be getting out. Right?”

Laine tried his hardest to reassure me, but it was already too late. I could sense

“Good,” I spoke

the

Castillo’s, so even if they do decide to let you go, you’ll never truly have your

“What?”

to do with the transport or the murder of officer Maddens,” Laine spoke.

reputation and walk

come to your senses and to blame the people who were

good terms with the Hernandez cartel, and it was mainly because both sides expected each

can’t do that.”

out in the first place?” He asked. “The leak did not come from our side, so it had to be

the both of you, and someone has to go-the Hernandez had already

why haven’t they 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

had become silent enemies. Would Freddie really go

you’re in here,” Laine spoke, “Santiago is not a threat to

were never meant to get out. They had hoped for the Castillo’s to extinguish-but now that you’ll be released…

on attacking us either way.” I finished Laine’s sentence. He made a valid point. Dad was not getting any younger, and the moment I’d step out, it would mean dad had a true heir. Someone powerful who would not bow down to anyone.

deal,” I whispered in disbelief. “It won’t matter anyway,” Laine reassured me. “No one will know you as a rat. It won’t

come out?” I chuckled. “The DEA going after the Hernandez right

sounds, it sounds better than having

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

Laine almost choked on his own spit. “You want to get released