His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 261

Elena

“Hi, sir!” I smiled at Cyrus Schmidt as I entered the law firm. He was one of the best lawyers in the city an not to forget, Victoria’s father.

He was a well-respected man and had even been my professor at one point. “Elena, what are you doing here?” Cyrus spoke, confused. He knew exactly what I was doing here. He was a workaholic and had been pushing Victoria to the fullest. I knew he saw me as a distraction, but I didn’t care. There was much more important stuff to worry about other than his feelings.

Such as a criminal having the nerve to ask me out on a date.

Was it even a date?

“I came here to visit Victoria,” I told him. Being kind and supportive was part of Cyrus’s big act, so I knew he wouldn’t deny me. I knew what kind of monster he was, and it was all due to Victoria’s stories. The only flaw in her fabulous life was her dad.

“Oh.” Cyrus spoke while the sides of his lips trembled. “Of course, go and have fun-she’s in her office.” “Thank you, sir!” I spoke as I turned around. “Bitch,” I muttered under my breath while I made my way to Victoria’s office. I had no time to knock, so I did what I had to do and burst through the door.

“Jeez, what’s wrong with you?” Victoria laughed as she leaned back in her chair with a glass of red wine in her hands. “A lot, but first-give me that!” I pointed to her glass.

I sat down on the chair and pulled her glass out of her hand to finish it. “Hey!” Victoria frowned. “What do you think you’re doing.”

“Drinking, and you better pour yourself another glass because you’re not prepared for what I’m about to tell you.”

Victoria eyed me suspiciously and leaned forward as she waited for my explanation. “Are you pregnant?”

“What? No!” I scoffed. “It’s so much worse than that!”

“You think being pregnant is bad?” Victoria commented. “That’s rough.”

I slammed my hands on her desk and her in the eyes. If she thought that was rough, I had another thing coming for her. “Do you remember that prison pen pal from a few weeks back?”

I could tell by the look on Victoria’s face that she did not like where this was going, and neither did I because it seemed crazy to actually say it out loud. “Yes?”

Her threatening eyes were staring straight into mine, and it made me feel insecure. Pretty perfect Victoria wouldn’t do something stupid like that. “We’ve been sending emails back and forth and-”

“Elena,” Victoria sighed, disappointed. “I told you to let it drop. Why can’t you just ever listen?”

I lowered my head as I took in Tori’s words. This was not the first time it had gone like this. It seemed to be some habit of ours. I would screw things up, while Victoria would put me straight. “Do your dad and

know about

in prison because we all know how stuff like

had finally hit her.

I nodded my head. “Don’t ask me

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

second later as she went into deep thoughts. I was waiting for Victoria’s solution, she always

embarrassed, but she probably already knew that. “S-so what do you think?” I asked with a hopeful expression on my face. Victoria read

think you got yourself

wasn’t going

had expected to hear from her mouth, but she wasn’t wrong. I was screwed.

be really into you, and that’s an

know, we’re in

don’t try to turn

to pretend as if she didn’t brought me into this mess in the first place. I was literally minding my own business until she decided to make up that stupid bet. “You’re the one who encouraged me to do it!”

it!” Tori called me out. I was lost for words because she was actually correct. No one held me at gunpoint, and it

order?” I requested while Tori snickered at my comment. “Who the hell do you think I look

protection would be

in her hands and had a big

all those emails, of course,” Tori admitted shamelessly with a grin on her lips. “He’s funny.” She laughed, while I couldn’t help but laugh along. I had to give it to him, he was funny. “He is.” “You know.” Tori began. “He doesn’t seem all that bad, and

me,

to the books and not forget her dad’s puppet. If Mr. Schmidt would’ve known what kind

again. See, I was overreacting. If even

he look like again?” Tori wondered. “Look at the attachments,” I instructed her. Tori giggled as she went through

phone to take another look at the picture, but I found myself drooling instead. Who even cared about this guy’s

drug dealer, nothing

cringed at my unacceptable thoughts and mentally punched

shrugged.

“Obviously.”

for her to put me straight, but she never did. She truly believed he had

took a deep breath. “Elena, look at the messages

was the thing that had scared me the

met him yet. Perhaps I felt comfortable because I knew he was behind bars, but