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?”

like a little kid throwing a tantrum. I wanted Elena Torres. I was interested in what

or perhaps even stalker-ish, but I had no bad intentions. I just wanted to get to know my pen pal

do was

is my path towards freedom going?” I grinned as I changed

the table. “Everything is still going according to plan.

“But?”

we 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,

in a threatening tone. “I have told everyone,

Mr. Castillo!” Laine tried his hardest to reassure me, but it was already too late. I could sense the issue from here.

“Good,” I spoke

what’s the

even if they do decide to let you go, you’ll never truly have your freedom.” Laine

“What?”

do with the transport or the murder of officer Maddens,” Laine spoke. “Play it safe and put all

asking me to ruin my reputation and walk

Laine shook his head. “I’m asking you to come to your senses and to blame the people who were

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 something to do with the leak. The last

do

think ratted you all out in the first place?” He asked. “The leak did not come from our side, so it

you, and someone has to go-the Hernandez had already decided that it was not going to be them.”

make any sense. If Freddie Hernandez wanted to move against us, he would’ve done it a long time ago.

silent

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

old. You were never meant to get out. They had hoped for the Castillo’s to extinguish-but now

Dad was not getting any younger, and the moment

matter anyway,” Laine reassured me. “No one

I chuckled. “The DEA going after the Hernandez right

shrugged his shoulders. “No matter how it sounds, it sounds better than

at a time, and I would not sacrifice

choked on his own spit. “You want to get released next week?”