His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 305

Elena

“Miss Elena!”

Miss? Who were they calling miss?

The loud knocks on the door terrified me so much, I had nearly slipped myself in the bathroom. I wrapped a towel around my body and ran to the door. Waking up in a new home was still a lot to get used to.

“Yes, yes I’m here!” I opened the door. The maid in front of me looked from the towel around my body to the wet floor. “Yes,” I cleared my throat.

“Y-yes.” The maid frowned. “We’re ready to serve you your breakfast. Where would you like to eat?”

Did they make me breakfast?

“Where would I like to eat?”

I noticed a slight hint of annoyance in the maid’s eyes, covered with a fake smile. “The dining room, the ballroom, garden-”

“Oh, the backyard will do!” I nodded awkwardly. I was always the one taking care of my dad, but this time someone was actually taking care of me.

“Get dressed…and you can come down whenever you’re ready.”

After the maid had left, I did as told and got dressed. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hungry because I always was.

I made my way to the hallway, but before I could take another step-another maid was already in front of me.

“Please follow me, miss.”

Without saying another word, I followed the woman through the mansion to the backyard and stared in awe. Marvin hadn’t shown me this spot before. My eyes automatically moved to the large pool, as I had already made plans to make good use out of it.

“Any allergies we should know about?” The maid led me to a set table near the pool. I ran to the table and looked at the several dishes. “No.” I smiled, pulling out a chair. “And it’s a bit too late for that-don’t you think?”

A scoff escaped from the maid’s lips. Yup, they did not like me at all. “Please, enjoy.”

“I will, thank you,” I spoke, unbothered. “And I don’t want to be annoying-but do you know where I can find Marvin?”

“I’ll tell him you’ve been looking for him.”

“Thank you.”

The maid turned away, giving me enough time to admire the food from up close. The table was filled with pancakes, bacon and eggs, and so much more. I grabbed myself a plate, filled it with whatever I could, and began eating.

“Taste good, doesn’t it?” A shadow blocked the sun from my face. The feeling of a sudden hand on my shoulder made me flinch, but before I could react-Victor had revealed himself.

out a chair and sat down. “Good morning.” He greeted. “Mind

the point of asking if he had already made himself comfortable?

please.” I smiled. “It’s not my house.”

destroying that plate-please continue.” He

“I’m sorry

spoke after a few seconds of silence. It was good to know Marvin told the entire household that

“It’s okay.”

and

that supposed to mean?

“What we wanted?”

you wanted.”

finally opened up to you about his feelings.”

“His feelings?”

from Victor’s lips as he brushed his hand through his hair.

Was he

we ever

hand through my hair as I was

was into me?

way over from a distance. If there was one thing I had learned, it was that Marvin and Victor did not

reason why I had no issue staying here.He had yet

up my hand. Tiago stopped in his

Marvin focused his attention

me. I smiled at Marvin and gave him a nod. “Yes, don’t

eyes back to Tiago. “Do you-”

He slammed his arm around Tiago’s shoulder, who had an uncomfortable look in his eyes,

if these people

you?” Marvin sat down, following the

I

I was reading from a script.Marvin pointed his finger at my plate and threw his head back with laughter. “It looks like someone woke

it,” I spoke with a slight blush on my cheeks, remembering Victor’s words.If Marvin was indeed

“And I’m sorry Tiago had to leave so quickly-but

good mood.” I finished Marvin’s sentence. It was understandable, and the last thing I wanted was to bother Tiago with difficult questions. “I’m glad to see

is a big step.” Marvin agreed. “Enough about Tiago.

can’t even explain!” I gushed, thinking about the enormous amount of space on

I don’t have

his finger to the corner of my lips.

looked into his eyes. The most challenging thing about Marvin was that I couldn’t read

a good person, or was he flirting with me? What if Victor was lying? Why would Marvin even discuss something

Marvin chuckled. “I am,” I spoke, hypnotized. “I’m trying to figure you

pulled away with a smirk on his lips. Well, it clearly wasn’t going

chair. “Not today,” I

bad. I needed some air, and