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?”

much?” Alex laughed. I shook my head and took a breath. “No, of course not.” I smiled. It sometimes still felt as if I

It was not as if I had a crush on him, but it wouldn’t be too crazy to consider him a friend. We had only been talking for a few days, but I wanted him to

asked Alex. One of the advantages of those two working together was that I did not have to worry.

of agent Maddens and the entire cartel thing had stressed out my dad so much that he had even started drinking. Alex was just as

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

collected for years had

the bad guys won.

“I’ll look after dad and make sure

the same time and gave each other one last smile before we both left to go to work. I had to admit, sometimes I felt like an outsider. Dad and Alex worked as DEA agents, while my

reason why I got such a kick out of talking to inmate Marvin Romero. My life was incredibly boring, and I lacked that bit of danger. I was

in. I smiled at the two unfamiliar faces behind her and looked at her with a

Anya-this is the girl I was telling you about.” Rona introduced me to the pair. I looked at the young couple in front of 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

The girl named Anya spoke. She walked forward and grabbed my hands before she stared into my eyes. “We need you!” She pleaded.

confused by her actions and gave Rona a questioning look. “Anya, calm down.” Tiago spoke. He walked over to the woman and showed

I didn’t know what was happening and felt a bit attacked. “Hi,

introduced herself. “My

this wedding for over a year.” She dramatically spoke. “I always felt like something was missing, and I concluded

more confident. Judging by their outfits, these people seemed rich and looked like they were willing

her fiancé, Tiago, who shrugged his shoulders at me. “Your friend told me most of the recipes are

out of the question, and even though the idea of money sounded nice, the date seemed a bit risky. How could I possibly prepare for a wedding which was supposed to be next

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

sure why not I raised my hands. Anya looked at me with big eyes and let out a gasp before she pulled me into a forceful hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank

problem,” I spoke awkwardly. Rona jumped in the air and clapped her hands.

the couple who seemed just as happy as her. Tiago stepped forward and

god-sent angel, Elena.” He winked at me. “Kind and beautiful, thank

felt my cheeks flush and quickly turned the other way, so his fiancée couldn’t see me. He was quite a flirt for someone who was about to get

has this nasty diarrhe shared. “One push and boom, it

Anya gave Tiago a p

okay, really.” Rona smiled. “Come on.

shot Tiago one last look before she followed Rona to the restroom. “So,” I smiled at Tiago. “It seems like your fiancée was going to break down any second. She

his neck and showed me a

shoulder. Tiago froze up and had a nervous frown on his face. Due to his actions from before, I had expected him to

being touchy with people, especially when I had to laugh, and I

whenever Anya is not

is!” I agreed while I flipped my hair to the side. Tiago gave me a nod and stood in a polite stance. He did seem very nervous.

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

second I mentioned Anya’s name. “Anya is twenty,

“My parents got married when they were

really?” Tiago spoke with a surprised smile on his