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?”

don’t want another one,” I spoke like a little kid throwing a tantrum. I wanted Elena 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

could do

towards freedom going?” I grinned as I changed the subject. “Let’s talk about that.”

the table. “Everything is still going according to plan. There’s still

“But?”

need to talk.” Laine barely whispered. I rolled my eyes and 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 am still getting out, right?” I asked.

a threatening tone. “I have told everyone, from

to reassure me, but it was already

“Good,” I spoke

what’s the

decide to let you go, you’ll never truly have your freedom.” Laine suddenly shared. “If you truly want to be free, I suggest you let the Hernandez take the

“What?”

tell the court that you had nothing to do with the transport or the murder of officer Maddens,” Laine spoke. “Play it safe and put all the

asking me to ruin my reputation and walk out like a rat?”

to come to your senses and to blame the people who were

We were not on good terms with the Hernandez cartel, and it was mainly because both sides expected

can’t do

“Who do you think ratted you all out in the first place?” He asked.

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

they moved against us?” I asked. All of this didn’t make any sense. If Freddie Hernandez wanted to move against us,

had become silent enemies.

a threat to them. They seem him as weak, inexperienced, easy to

they truly fear,” Laine concluded. “Your father is old. You were never meant to

made a valid point. Dad was not getting any younger, and the moment I’d step out,

matter anyway,” Laine reassured me. “No one will know you as a rat. It won’t even come out

DEA going after the Hernandez right

sounds better than

the sentence which was 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

his own spit. “You want