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?

know was that both of us had the same goal. I wanted to find Stevie’s killer just as

can explain!”

want to hear it.”

doing this

face. I flinched at his

your shit and

him? Who was going to make sure he

“Dad-”

don’t want any liars, gangsters, or mob wives in this household- take your

His own daughter?

to the hallway while I yelped in pain. “You’re just like your mother. You’re just

shit and get

my father’s grip and covered my body with his. “What are you guys doing?”

kicking me

is what?” Alex spoke, startled. “Dad, is that

“Alex, she’s been lying to us this entire time, and she’s still in contact with

and all I could see in his eyes were

it looks bad, but

to turn around again. What was so funny? Ganging up on

you’re a desperate, hungry, criminal-loving, attention whore like your mother, there’s nothing more to

my dad’s outburst, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Neither of us said a word, and the

spoke, offended. I leaned in closer, making sure he would catch every single word. “You’re a pathetic 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,

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

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

grabbed the two suitcases and walked to the door. “I hate you.

to see you either!” My dad yelled back. “And you’re not

for shit

there!” Alex tried his best. I looked at my

brother be

let Alex choose, and I still cared for my dad’s safety. I did not want

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

if my legs were going numb. “Elena?” A car pulled up beside me. Shocked, I turned my head and looked at Panther, who had

was he doing here?

even matter?

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

wait, what are you doing here?” I wondered. The panther looked at me with a frown.

doing in my car?” He turned around the conversation.

what are you doing here?”

off, which I didn’t mind at all. I had no complaints whatsoever about leaving this neighborhood.

you an informant?” Panther suddenly broke the silence.

“Huh?”

ended. It seemed like today was not my day as yet again, another secret of mine was exposed.He knew. If Panther knew, it

the Castillo’s, and Marvin in particular…” Panther continued. I peaked at the locked car door and quickly concluded that jumping out of the car would not

all of this?” Panther chuckled. “That’s what