His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 270

“I’m sorry, is my smacking annoying you?” I asked, embarrassed as I dropped my fork. I had an urge to enjoy my food but now was not the time.

Marvin watching my every move made me nervous. He was someone who was not afraid of eye contact, not even when I caught him staring. “It’s okay. Just be yourself.”

“So tell me about yourself. What do you do?” Marvin asked. It was a question that I hated the most because I really wasn’t that much different from a loser. “Oh, uh,” I mumbled as I tried to give him an answer. “I live with my dad. I work at a cocktail bar. I like watching movies…that’s about it.”

“Where is your mom?”

Marvin surprised me with his bold question. He asked me about my mom without as much as a single stutter, but I had to admire him for that. I wished I had half the confidence he had. “Not here,” I spoke awkwardly. “She left a long time ago.

Instead of giving me the same sympathetic look I had gotten way too often, Marvin controlled his expression and placed his warm hand on top of mine. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay.”

“And you said you wanted to become a lawyer?”

At this point, it seemed like Marvin was interrogating me, while I should’ve been the one questioning him, but I didn’t mind. I could tell that he had the right intentions, and that was all I had to know. “Yes, I did- but it didn’t work out.”

“Why was that?”

“I’m just not that good at learning.

“I understand, me neither.” Marvin laughed. At least we had one thing in common. “If it weren’t for my dad, I would’ve dropped out of school.” He shrugged.

He looked into my eyes as if he was trying to see through them while I was close to running off. Did I have eye boogers? Lipstick on my teeth? Food on my forehead?

“So, what did you do these past years?” I asked to ease the tension. It only took me a split second to realize that I was talking to a man who had lived his life in prison. “Oh fuck, I mean…” I stammered. “What did you do before…you know.”

“Before?” Marvin frowned with a teasing smile on his lips. I shook my head and lowered my gaze. “Nothing, never mind.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Marvin chuckled. “My family has their own business. We sell liquor.”

“Really?” I gasped, surprised. I mean, it wasn’t that surprising because the guy on the bridge called him boss, but it was another passion we could share. “Gosh, we have so much in common!” I said. “Except, 1 didn’t go to prison, and I don’t have tattoos on my face.”

cleared his throat while I could almost punch myself at my choice of words. “Shit, I didn’t

than once, but he didn’t seem to mind. He seemed unbothered, which was probably because he must’ve heard it all before.

liked my

do. I think they make you look sexy!” I blurted. A flush appeared on my cheeks, while Marvin seemed satisfied by the compliment. “Fuck, what am I

squeezed my hand. “I don’t mind. I think you’re cute.” He spoke. There was definitely a difference in maturity, which was not unexpected. I was twenty-one years old, and we only had

I did not know what he was going to ask me, but for the first time, I was able to

just about to open his mouth before we got interrupted by the sound

now?

get

was used to ordering around people, and I was unfortunately used to following orders. I let go of Marvin’s hand and grabbed my phone, only

me, despite knowing I

at the message notification and read the first few

muted my phone and looked up before

were

smiled. I smiled back and waited for his question as I was already

you believe in love at first

and waited for an answer. I was not the smartest,

to answer his feelings in return, but something was stopping me.

“T”

there anything else you need,

immediately shifted to the man who had suddenly appeared behind Marvin. Instead of looking at Marvin, he looked at me,

Marvin rolled his eyes and looked back

wanted to see her.” The man spoke. “It’s nice

all along. He had a familiar face and a cheerful presence, but I could see through that act. While

dark and evil. In contrast to Marvin’s dark brown curls, this man had long black hair styled into a high bun. The amount of confidence which he

had seen him

know where, but I had

arm around Marvin, who was clearly annoyed and laughed at the situation. “I like this one. She seems nice.” He

nerves. I was a very talkative person, and I loved meeting

as he was arguing with his friend, so I

Castillo family and framed one of our clients for a murder he committed!! He is NOT innocent. Safe yourself and run away

couldn’t be real.