His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

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

like my dream come true because I’m getting

through the first sentence. Was it April fools already? The smile on my face had slowly changed from a confused frown to a frightened look. What the hell did inmate Marvin

as he attempted to peak over my shoulder, but I freaked out and backed away as my hands

at 12 PM, and I’ll

This couldn’t be.

don’t tell me my biggest nightmare

a hurry as I gathered my laptop and all my

room before my dad could even say anything and closed the bedroom door. Was I

the wall and closed my eyes while I tried to catch my breath. All I had to do was breathe

pal who was supposed to get life without parole, asking me to meet up with

was I even

thought of it made

desk. Maybe if I’d hit it a bit harder, I would pass out

I ever be that stupid?

was for sure. I was not going to that appointment. I had watched enough shows to know how that would end up, but I had also watched enough shows to know that I couldn’t

hair and walked back and forth while I thought of what to do. What if this guy was some weird stalker? What

my dad and my brother and lived my life as boring as possible. Why did I decide to write some random dude in the first place?

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

on his way to

rising. I felt dizzy, and

do any good.

myself as I held my hands against

judging from 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

one person who would know what to do, and that person had always been the one with the most brains out of us.