His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 255

72 hours until release

Elena

A picture

This guy must’ve been absolutely nuts. Wasn’t the picture on my profile more than enough already? It was one of my best pictures, and it was in HD, so I didn’t know what he was getting at.

I was unsure of whether to send a picture or not, but everything changed when I read the email for the fifth time. He didn’t seem as tough as he looked, and maybe if I sent pictures of myself, he would send some in return.

Marvin was one of the few who had praised me for being a mixologist, and it felt good to know that he appreciated my job. It wasn’t as easy or useless as some people made it out to be.

I gathered some courage and decided to write back.

Dear Marvin,

Thank you for your encouraging words. You’re right. Being a mixologist requires some kind of special skill and is not for everyone!

By the way, if your cousins are just as cute as you (minus the long list of felons), you can definitely hook me up with

one!

Although I’m not one to judge, and if you say that the truth is not out yet. I’ll trust your word for it. I think we have the same issue because I also have a really, really good heart and I’m not even embarrassed to admit it.

I want to live my life as if it’s my last, but it’s kind of hard to do so when I don’t only have a nosy dad but also a brother breathing in my neck.

You said you couldn’t wait to breathe some fresh air, and that brings me to the next question. I’ve never been to prison before, and I don’t know anything other than what I’ve seen in prison break, but I thought they had something like a yard (I think?)

Also, please don’t feel creepy for asking for more pictures. It’s completely understandable. At first, I was a bit nervous and worried about sharing my personal information, but I feel like we’re getting along, and I wouldn’t mind getting some pictures in return.

Here are the pictures:

Ps. (Please don’t call me pretty, I’ve heard it many times before, and I always get embarrassed whenever someone praises me for my looks)

I read the message over and over before I decided to send the email. It sounded good enough to me.

“Leaving already?” My brother, Alex, interrupted me from my thoughts. I flinched upon hearing his voice and hid my phone behind my back. “Yes…I have work remember?”

my face frightens you that much?” Alex laughed. I shook my head and took a breath. “No, of course not.” I smiled. It sometimes still felt as if I was doing something

initially thought and it kind of scared me. The perfect way to describe him would’ve been a ‘dangerous person, but all I could see was the good in him. He was interested in my life. funny, and easy to talk to. It was not

two working together was that I did not have to worry. They could

stressed out my dad so much that he had even started drinking. Alex

killer denied all charges and made a deal with the DEA, meaning they had to let him out soon. There were many

for years had turned out to be for nothing.

the bad guys

reassured me. “I’ll look

admit, sometimes I felt like an outsider. Dad and Alex worked as DEA agents, while my goal to become a lawyer had failed. I was stuck at a

talking to inmate Marvin Romero. My life was incredibly boring, and I lacked that bit of danger. I was sick of doing everything according to the books, so talking to an

at the two unfamiliar faces behind her and looked at her with a frown on my face. “Oh, these are Santiago and Anya.”

me, and crazily enough, the male grabbed my attention just a tiny bit more. He looked around my age and had a soft smile on his face. His handsomeness blinded me, but I quickly got to my senses and turned to

must be Elena!” The girl named Anya spoke. She walked forward and grabbed my hands

“Anya, calm down.” Tiago spoke. He walked over to the woman and showed me an apologetic smile while he pulled

know what was happening

is Anya, and this is my fiancé, Tiago.” She introduced herself. “My sister bought a coffee here, like two days ago-and

year.” She dramatically spoke. “I always felt like something was missing, and I concluded that

“I-1 mean, yes it is!” I said, a bit more confident. Judging by their outfits, these people seemed rich and looked like they were willing to pay a lot. The shop could make good use of that money. “So, how can I help

bartender at our wedding next week!” Anya requested. I looked at her fiancé, Tiago, who shrugged his shoulders at me. “Your friend told me most of the recipes are yours,” Anya spoke with a nervous look on her face.

idea of

asked. The hope in Anya’s eyes disappeared, while Tiago looked at her as if she could break down any minute. He made eye contact with me and mouthed a, please, while I looked at Rona, who did the

me with big eyes and let out a

clapped her hands. “This is so exciting,

seemed just as happy as her. Tiago stepped forward and held my hands. “Thank you so much.

He winked

turned the other way, so his fiancée couldn’t see

in a hurry. “She has this nasty diarrhe shared. “One push and boom,

Anya gave Tiago a p against his shoulder. “No,

Rona smiled. “Come on. I’ll bring you to the

Tiago. “It seems like your fiancée was going to break down any second. She left

back of his neck and showed me a

to his actions from before, I had expected him to be as outgoing as I was, but that was

laugh, and I really needed to stop doing that. I stroke Tiago’s jacket with my hands. “I’m so

“I’m really awkward whenever Anya is not around, so it’s good

gave me a nod and stood in a polite stance. He did

stuttered as if he was expecting the worst. I let out a chuckle. “Don’t worry. It’s just a question.”

old are you?” I asked. Tiago’s face lit up the second I mentioned Anya’s name. “Anya is twenty, and I’m twenty-one.” Tiago spoke. “I know

I shrugged. “My parents got married when

smile on his lips. “For how