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.”

throat while I could almost punch myself at my choice of words. “Shit, I didn’t mean it like

okay, Elena.” Marvin laughed. I had already offended him more than once, but he didn’t seem to mind. He seemed unbothered, which was probably because he

liked my

my cheeks, while Marvin seemed satisfied

which was not unexpected. I was twenty-one years old, and

what he was going to ask me, but for the first time, I was able to experience a nervous look on his

before we got interrupted by the sound of my

now?

get that

following orders. I let go of

me, despite knowing I was

message notification and read the first few

Marvin asked. I muted my phone and looked up before my hand made its way towards

where were we?”

to ask you something.” Marvin smiled. I smiled back and waited for his question as I was

believe in love at

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

I stuttered. He had just confessed his feelings to me, and all I had to do was to answer his feelings in

“T”

anything else

the man who had suddenly appeared behind Marvin. Instead of looking at Marvin, he

I had heard on the bridge. Marvin rolled his eyes and looked back at

man spoke. “It’s nice to meet

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

In contrast to Marvin’s dark brown curls, this man had long

had seen

know where, but I had

gave him a slight nod. The man wrapped his arm around Marvin, who was clearly annoyed and laughed at the situation. “I like

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

forgotten all about me as he was arguing with his friend, so I

from the Castillo family and framed one of our clients for a murder he committed!! He is

couldn’t be real.