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?”

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

see.” Laine smiled awkwardly. He must’ve 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 a

do

I grinned as I changed the subject. “Let’s talk about that.”

placed his map on the table. “Everything is still going according to plan. There’s still not enough

“But?”

I waited for the bad news. He called me

have told everyone, from the goddam guards to the stone

tried his hardest to reassure me, but

“Good,” I spoke

the

to bring down the Castillo’s, so even if they do 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

“What?”

the court that you had nothing to do with the transport or the murder

to ruin my reputation and

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

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 that.”

Laine began. “Who do you think ratted you all out in the first place?” He asked. “The leak did

someone has to go-the Hernandez had already decided that it was

any sense. If Freddie Hernandez wanted to move against us,

the failed transport, they had become silent enemies. Would Freddie really go

not a threat to them. They seem him

were never meant

valid point. Dad was not getting any younger, and the moment I’d step out, it would mean dad had a true heir. Someone

to take the deal,” I whispered in disbelief. “It won’t matter anyway,” Laine reassured me. “No one will know you

Hernandez right after I get released doesn’t sound suspicious to you?”

sounds, it sounds better than having

for 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 stuck here for much longer. “I’ll do it, but only

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