His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

hapter 302

Elena

After a long day of work, I was finally on my way back home.

How was I going to find a way to talk to Tiago?That was the only thing going through my mind.

Getting the name of Maddens real killer was one way to kill two birds with one stone. I could clear Marvin’s name, and I could save my dad’s career.

Several minutes later, I arrived home and made my way inside. Surprisingly enough, all the lights were turned off, which possibly meant my dad was probably in one of his weird moods.

“Dad?”

“Alex?”

I called out their names but got no answer in return. A small part of me was starting to get worried, especially after seeing the suitcases at the staircase. Would he be okay?

“Dad?”

dad looked up from the

Curious, I made my way to the living room and watched as my couch. The half-empty bottle beside him was enough proof that something was bothering him. He was drunk.

“Oh, here you are!” I smiled. Perhaps my cheerful mood could take away his worries. The expression on his face had not changed as he looked at me with his sharp eyes. “Here I am.” He slurred his words.

“What are those suitcases? Are you going on a trip?”

My dad grabbed the bottle beside him and took a long sip. “No, they are yours.”

“Mine?”

He slammed the bottle to the table and tapped the glass with his fingernails. “Elena, I’m going to ask you a question-and you have to tell me the truth.” He spoke with closed eyes. It was probably about one of his crazy theories, and he needed my opinion.

“Sure, what is it?”

I stumbled back and grabbed the door for support as my dad stood up from the sofa. No words could leave my mouth, as all I could think about what his unexpected question.I was so careful.

“What?”

“Are the two of you together?” He closed his eyes in annoyance.

“No-”

“Elena!”

“No, I promise!”

He grabbed a pile of papers and made his way to me as I held in my breath. The smell of alcohol was too much for me to handle. “Then what is this?”

My dad pushed pictures in my face as I was forced to take in his evidence. Not just pictures, they were pictures of all the times Marvin and I had met.What was the meaning of this?

of us had the same goal. I wanted to find Stevie’s killer just as much, but he was so

can explain!”

to hear

doing this

He yelled in my face. I flinched at his

your shit and get out.”

to leave him. Who was going to take care of him? Who was going to make sure he was alright, got enough of sleep, enough to eat-who was going

“Dad-”

“I don’t want any liars, gangsters, or mob wives in this household- take your shit and get out!”

His own daughter?

arm and dragged me to the hallway while I yelped in pain. “You’re

your shit and

Alex rushed inside. He pulled me away from my father’s grip and covered my body with his. “What

me

Alex spoke, startled. “Dad, is

“Alex, she’s been lying to us this entire

and all I could see in his eyes were disappointment.

looks bad,

my dad’s laughter, causing me to turn around again. What

your mother, there’s nothing more to explain!” My dad pointed his finger in my face. “Now get out of my

quiet you could hear a pin drop. Neither of us said a word, and the tension was high

happiness because you can’t find your own,” I told him. “Let’s face it, you’ve already lost mom, you’ve lost me, you’re obsessed with Stevie Maddens whose bones are rotting six feet under, and after

Alex held his arm to stop him. My dad and I had gone through a lot of stuff, but this was as far as I could go. Calling me names was one thing, but getting physically abusive was

my dad. I was not in the mood for the ambulance to take him away, and I didn’t want to get locked up for murder-so it was indeed time for me to leave.

suitcases and walked to the door. “I hate you. I don’t want

see you either!” My dad yelled

for shit

I looked at my pitiful brother one last time and

be able

still cared for my dad’s safety. I did not want him to

one thing-and that was that I could not stay in that house any longer. The suitcases felt heavy,

few minutes of walking, it felt as if my legs were going numb. “Elena?” A car pulled up beside me.

was he doing here?

it even

I spoke as he stopped the car and walked to the trunk to put in my suitcases. Panther seemed confused but did not react as I sat

are you doing here?” I wondered. The panther looked at me

are you doing in my car?”

are

refused to answer my question and drove off, which I didn’t mind at all.

informant?” Panther suddenly broke the

“Huh?”

Panther called out my dad’s name. At that moment, it felt as if my life had ended. It seemed like today was

Panther continued. I peaked at the locked car door and quickly concluded that

I know all of this?” Panther chuckled. “That’s what you’re thinking,