His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 291

Elena

“Flower delivery for Elena Torres?”

A young delivery man entered the bar with a bouquet in his hands. Rona and I stared at each other at the same time before we turned our heads to the bouquet. “F-for me?”

The man read the card. “Elena Torres?” He said. I gave him a nod and grabbed the flowers from his hands. Why would I receive flowers at this time of the day?

“Well, come on, read it!” Rona nearly jumped in excitement as the man had left the bar. I grabbed the small card attached to it and read the message.

Thank you for taking care of me, I appreciate, and I can’t thank you enough -Marvin.”

I read the message out loud and moved my finger to the diamond ring attached to it. “Wow,” Rona gasped. “And you’re telling me he’s not interested in you? Give it here!”

She grabbed the ring and held it in the air. With squinting eyes, she made her way into the sunlight and admired the shiny ring. “Okay, that’s enough,” I spoke, embarrassed, lowering her hand. If anything. I would rather not have anyone see me with this kind of gift.

I closed my hand to hide the ring and blushed. Over the past few weeks, Marvin and I had become great friends, just like he wanted to. I had been working four hours shift, just so that I could visit him at the hospital, and I hid it from my dad and my brother. Also, Victoria did not have an idea, but that was on her.

The only person who I could genuinely trust was Rona, who did not seem to have any issues with Marvin. “Tell him you got his flowers!” Rona suggested.

I smiled shyly. “I think he’s experienced enough ‘Elena’ for now,” I spoke. Talking to Marvin became like an addiction, and I just couldn’t stop texting him. There was a clear difference in the way he texted because he seemed a bit more serious-but it didn’t matter to me. I was just grateful enough to talk to

him.

“Marvin told me he’s back home,” I told Rona. “What if he gave me the flowers because he’s planning on pushing me away?”

“Impossible!” Rona disagreed. “From what I’ve seen, he won’t be getting out of that wheelchair anytime soon, so you’re safe.”

Rona had joined me to visit Marvin a few times, and also she could see what kind of person he truly was. He was gentle, polite and despite being one of the most sarcastic people on the planet, he was kindhearted.

Of course, I had my worries about the situation with the Hernandez and Stevie Maddens, but it wasn’t as if I could harass him with many questions, at least not yet. After getting to know Marvin, I was hundred percent sure that there had to be a reasonable explanation behind all of this.

to come over tonight, and maybe he can bring Panther as well?” Rona spoke. Even though she was too ashamed to admit it, it was as clear as a day

so I can see Marvin, or so you can see Panther?”

a rich man so that you don’t have

I are friends.” I rolled my eyes. “And no one is shutting down the bar. This is the only place I

your dad and your brother.”

about my dad and Alex’s crazy plans. Also Rona thought it was ridiculous, dangerous, and useless.

anymore.” I spoke, relieved. Everything had watered down, and we had moved on

if they’ve been

off. “Trust me. If my dad had seen me, he wouldn’t keep quiet about it. You

nodded. “True, we all know

“Hey!”

Rona argued. “Didn’t you say

my dad needed help, and he needed it as soon as possible. He

bad thing for both of us. Any other sane person would’ve stopped hanging out with Marvin, but the man I had become friends with was not a monster which

text Marvin, or do

stood on my tippy toes and raised my arm.

“No, not today!”

Rona complained.

or annoying.” I argued, thinking about the clear contrast between our messages.

weeks. He’s

but I still won’t

“Elena?”

staring at the name which had appeared on the screen. I had accidentally dialed Marvin, and he had probably heard all of it. It took us a second before we both lowered our arms

whispered. I rolled my eyes and gave her what she wanted,

“Elena?”

“M-Marvin?”/

his lips and could already imagine the smirk on his face. “You called?” He played along with my game. All I could focus on was the tone of his voice, and after knowing him for a while, I could sense that he was not in a good mood. He

your ring!” I told him. “And I genuinely appreciate it, but I don’t know if I can accept such a gift—”

Marvin’s honest and forward personality threw me off at times, but I was slowly getting used