His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 326

I rested my hand on my mom’s stone and smiled. “I’m almost there, mom,” I spoke in a whisper. “Please hold on for just a bit longer.”

It was time for my weekly meeting with George Torres, and I knew he wouldn’t be too happy considering I had yet to give him useful information.

I discovered his so-called presentation was nothing more than a fairytale. He liked doing things fast, while I wasn’t fond of sloppy work. I was used to doing things spotless.

Spending time with Marvin had shown me that he wasn’t that difficult to get close to after all. Despite his cold image, he was a warm person who liked making his presence known.

Whether he was sincere or because he was fearful of me hitting on Elena? I had yet to find out.

Then agam, Pedro, or Panther as he liked to call himself, didn’t seem like a criminal who decapitated his enemies’ heads, but I had seen the pictures, so I knew the truth.

“Hey, kid!” George made his presence known. He patted my shoulder and joined me at my mother’s grave. “Hey.”

“So, how are you holding up?”

“I’m good, sir. How about you?”

“Besides missing my only daughter…fine, I think. He sighed. “Although I’m pretty sure she’s not doing well in that household.”

This was typically George. He didn’t want to come off as too pushy, so instead, he used reverse psychology.

I chuckled. “Don’t you worry about Elena,” I told him. “She’s doing perfectly fine.”

“My daughter is still young, so she can’t decide for herself,” George stated. “He’s taking advantage of her”

Somehow George still believed his daughter was a victim in all of this while that wasn’t the case. Elena was hopelessly in love with Marvin and would’ve followed him anywhere. No one forced her to do anything.

“Do you have something on Marvin?”

“No, not yet.”

“How long will it take?”

“Well damn, I don’t know George.” I snarled. “I’m not psychic!”

I respected the man, but he had to understand that I was putting my life on the line here, especially after he decided to include his immature, unstable daughter.

“Time is ticking, Lucas,” George spoke, irritated. “We need to get Marvin before he gets away with his crime and my daughter.”

See, that was the difference between George and me. He was after Marvin Castillo, while I was after Mario

-the true villain. He manipulated my mom those around him, and at the end of the day, everyone in that house was just a pawn in his twisted games.

“I get it, George.” I nodded. “I’ll get you what you want-so please be patient.”

After I met with George, I was back at the station. Making detective was not as easy as I expected it to be, mainly because I couldn’t focus on my job.

All I could think about were Elena’s words about the maids. If they were indeed close to mom, they could give me some more information about how disgusting Mario treated her.

Castillo, are you here to turn yourself in?” I heard from a

what, leading a

turned my head to look at the man who leaned over the desk. Mario Castillo. Behind him stood two of his men, who shouldn’t have even

he

into my office, and our eyes met. “Absolutely not.”

yelled out before he could finish his sentence and nearly ran out of the office. This was the only division that was

“Lucas!”

name basis?” The new captain revealed himself, walking down the stairs. As if things couldn’t get worse, I now had to deal with the

Peter Clover.

a well-respected man and used to be a DEA agent until he made the switch after catching Freddie Hernandez for the murder of Stevie Maddens. The same murder

explaining. “He’s here because I had some questions about this case

looked from me to Mario and the men with squinted eyes but eventually stuck out his hand. “How are your sons?”

“Marvin found himself a beautiful

that this angel was

Tiago is out

good to know you’re finally making use

to Mario. Clover and I felt the same, but

Clover looked at me. “Lucas is one of

worry. I’m behaving today.” Mario spoke. He pointed his finger at me. “I like this guy. He knows

to shut the door behind me and looked at the man who

personality and was not afraid of speaking his mind. It almost

want people to ask me questions-because I don’t like answering

“I see.”

what are you

not allowed to

grateful smile on my lips. “You’re always welcome,” I said.

you.” Mario’s words surprised me. The most feared criminal in the city risked everything to come and see

“You’re different from your siblings, and I

Sure.

At first, I was surprised at how much free time this man had-but what else was there to do if he had others doing the

Mario gave me no choice. “I have a lot to tell you about your mother, and I should’ve told you sooner.”

lies, this man would just keep going and going. I held myself back from clenching my

“Just tell me the time

passed, and just as discussed, I met Mario for

renting out the

worked my butt off to get where

you go, sir, your pasta.” A waitress put a plate in front of me. At least the food looked good because I

was starving.

you do this

run away from me Marvin didn’t

casually. “So you said you had something to

pockets. “Right, Carmela.” He pulled out several pictures and

pictures of us.” He

woman. It was Mario and mom at the beach, roller rink, movies, and anything else one could think of. Mario had his arm wrapped around her in an overprotective manner in most if not

I whispered with a slight smile on my lips. In her last few years, the drugs had

mind me asking, who took these

Mario explained. “We used to

to Linda

he still

and he can’t

I asked shyly. I didn’t have many pictures of my mom, so I held on to each memory 1 could think