His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 301

Lucas

“I made it to detective, mom.”

“Mom, I’m going to get him this time-I promise.”

Defeated, I looked at the grave in front of me and brushed my hand over the stone.

Carmela Nunes.

Today marked the tenth year of her death, and even at the age of twenty-four, the wounds had still remained. I was not over her wrongful death, and justice had to be served.

I was going to makehim pay, even if I had to do it with my

last breath.

For most of my childhood, I grew up with a single mother who worked her ass off just so we could get food on our plates. My sorry excuse of a father who was loaded could not give two shits about me.

My mom worked as his maid, and after he got her pregnant-he kicked her out without as much as a single dime.

He killed her.

His abandonment was the cause of my mom’s drug abuse and the cause of her eventual overdose. My mom was the main reason why I had fought my way through to become a detective. I was going to put an end tohim, and I was going to do it for her.

I kissed the top of my finger and brushed the stone one last time before I took my exit with the

map full of evidence in my hands. I got into my car and drove to the house of the man who was going to make a difference.George Torres.

After following Elena Torres, and The Castillo’s, I had gathered more than enough power to end this for once and for all. Two innocent women had already died because of that family, and I wasn’t going to danger another one.

Elena’s naive personality reminded me of my mom, and if I wouldn’t step in-she would probably end up the same. After the questioning, I had concluded that she was so far up their asses that she had somehow managed to give me zero information She was willing to lie for

him.

It all started at the hospital, and I could not understand how someone like Elena got involved with the Castillo’s Pen pal?What kind of excuse was that? She was the daughter of a DEA

What was she up to?

According to several rumors at the station, George Torres had been leading his very own. investigation and was after the Castillo’s as well.

deserved. My dream was to beat the Castillo’s with the best, and in

has been hanging around the Castillo’s and giving him some new information would hopefully give him the push he needed

stir some trouble? Yes.Did I care? No. As

stepped out of the car and walked to the Torres’

George Torres. He had a surprised look on his face and eyed me up and down. “Hi sir, my name is detective Lucas

“Is Elena okay?”

smiled and showed him my badge. “Sir,

“Is she dead?”

head. George took a relieved breath and stuck out his hand. “Oh…how can

far, so good.

I want to discuss with you…about the Castillo’s?”

we shared the same hatred for that family. The rumor had just become a reality.He

as George closed the door behind me. “You’re the one who interviewed my Elena, weren’t you?” He interrogated

He remembered me.

the living room. “So what do you have on the Castillo’s, and why do you think

my daughter pulled-I’m a bit embarrassed

“Don’t be, sir.”

for the mess he was in. George cleared his

proper answer, I

“George.”

temper, meaning this could go both ways. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but I have reasons to believe that

paled, and if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought he was close to fainting. “I’m sorry, but you’re mistaken.” He chuckled. “Elena broke off all

and put them in the correct order. “This is the timeline I made,” I told George. “The first picture was taken

surprisingly enough, she had left with him not long

pulled the picture from my hands. “So you’re telling me you’ve

and a few days after his discharge-he came to visit her at the bar.” I continued. “He was with Pedro Vidal, also known as Panther, and

“Stop.”

it was the only way. “Not long after, your daughter drove to the Castillo estate, probably to officially

“Stop.”

inmate responsible. Right before, he sent a sketchy message about flowers being delivered….and the one with those flowers was your daughter,

said!” George slammed his fist onto the

me aside to take a look at the other pictures.

yesterday.” I tapped my finger on the last picture. “There seemed to be some

brushed his hands through his hair.

I don’t think someone with a temper like that should be around your

balled his fist. After all the information, the only thing that surprised him was his daughter lying

“I’m sorry, sir.”

I’ll take care of it.” George spoke. The tone in his voice was enough to send chills through my body as I worried for his daughter. Wait, why should I worry?She brought this upon herself. She was the

going

“Something I should’ve done a