His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 260

Chapter 260

Elena

“Dad, you haven’t touched your food at all.”

My dad looked up at me before he sunk his head towards his laptop. The suspension was the worst thing that could’ve happen to him and did not come to my advantage.

Being stuck in a house with a man obsessed with going after the cartel was nothing to be happy about. I could still not believe that this man was willing to bring the entire family in danger just to prove his point, and I could also not believe that he had dragged my brother into this.

Poor Alex could not lead his own life and even went along with my dad’s crazy ideas. It was no surprise his ex-wife divorced him because she couldn’t take it anymore.

He didn’t even have time for his two-year-old daughter because all he focused on was his job, just like dad. I was never the one to look up any trouble, so I could genuinely not understand why those two airheads planned on going after some cartel.

“Dad,” I tried again. “You haven’t closed a single eye. You can’t go on like this any longer.”

“I can, and I will.” He spoke determinedly. “I will bring them all down, even if that’s the last thing I’ll do.”

“Well, okay.” I sighed, exhausted. I would not argue any longer, and if dad and Alex wanted to put themselves in danger, they could go ahead and do that, but I had other plans. The wedding was coming up, and there was still so much to do.

“What have you been up to lately?” My dad somehow found the nerve to ask me. I got interrupted by the sound of email notification and shrugged him off. “Oh, nothing much-the wedding thing I told you about,” I mumbled as I scanned through the mail, which I had been waiting on for a long time.

Marvin’s email.

1 Inbox

From M. Romero

It seems like my dream come true because I’m

muttered, surprised, as I went through the first sentence. Was it April fools already? The smile on my face had slowly changed from

it say?” My dad asked as he attempted to peak over my shoulder, but I freaked out and backed

be at the Vermont Street Bridge this Saturday at

This couldn’t be.

biggest nightmare was

hurry as I gathered my laptop

room before my dad could even say anything

my breath. All

was supposed to

was I

it made my skin crawl,

my head against my desk. Maybe if I’d hit it a bit harder, I would pass out and die. That was the only thing that could save me at the moment.

could I ever be

my stuff and move to the woods, where no one could find me. One thing was for sure. I was not going to that appointment.

what to do. What if this guy was some weird stalker? What if he wouldn’t

boring as possible. Why did I decide to write some

travel bag. My mind went numb, and I didn’t even know what I was doing, but I pulled out

guy was probably already on

hands were getting sweaty, and my heartbeat was rising. I felt dizzy, and I was close to losing my eyesight. I was losing my damn

do any

as I held my hands against my closet and

the emails, he didn’t seem all that bad, and he told me it was my own choice. I didn’t have to show up if I didn’t want to, and I was going nuts for absolutely

do, and that person had always been the one

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