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?

crazy after all.”It doesn’t matter.” He sighed. The one thing he didn’t know was that both of us had the same goal. I wanted to find Stevie’s killer

I can explain!”

don’t want to

this

flinched at his

and get

did not want to leave him. Who was going to take care of him? Who

“Dad-”

mob wives in this household-

His own daughter?

anything else, my dad grabbed me by my arm and dragged me to the hallway while I yelped in pain. “You’re

your shit and

my father’s

me out.”

Alex spoke, startled.

entire time, and

face me, and all I could see in his eyes were

it looks bad, but I can

my dad’s laughter, causing me to turn around again. What was so funny? Ganging

the fact that you’re a desperate, hungry, criminal-loving, attention whore like your mother, there’s nothing more to explain!” My dad pointed his finger in my face. “Now get out of

so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Neither of us said a word, and the tension was high until I decided to do something about

abusive man who wants to ruin other people’s 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

me, Alex held his arm to stop him. My dad and I had gone through a lot

mood for the ambulance to take him away, and I didn’t want to get locked up for murder-so it was

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

want to see you either!” My dad yelled back.

paying for shit around here!”

tried his best. I looked at my pitiful brother one last time and could only watch as the

my brother be able

dad’s safety. I did not want him

plans, but I did know one thing-and that was that I could not stay in that house any longer. The suitcases felt

pulled up beside

was he doing here?

it even matter?

the car and walked to the trunk to put in my suitcases. Panther seemed confused but did not react as I sat down and made myself

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

you doing in my car?” He turned around the

seriously-Panther, what are you doing

didn’t mind at all. I had no complaints whatsoever about leaving this

Panther suddenly broke the silence.

“Huh?”

that moment, it felt as if my life had ended. It seemed like today was

had quite the connection with the Castillo’s, and Marvin in particular…” Panther continued. I peaked at the locked car door and quickly concluded that jumping out of the

this?” Panther chuckled. “That’s what you’re