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.

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

leading a legal

my head to look at the man who leaned over

he doing here?”

met. “Absolutely not.” He straightened his tie. “I’m here to meet my s—“

nearly ran out of the office. This was the only division that was not corrupt, and no one would ever take me seriously if they knew about my relationship with the Mario Castillo.

“Lucas!”

down the stairs. As if things couldn’t get worse, I now had to

Peter Clover.

the switch after catching Freddie Hernandez for the murder of Stevie Maddens. The same murder

“He’s here because I had some questions

with squinted eyes but eventually stuck out his hand. “How are your sons?”

“Marvin found himself a

unaware that this angel was the daughter of his

Tiago is out of

“It’s good to know you’re finally making use of those gigantic ears of yours.”

an embarrassed laugh, knowing he couldn’t get to Mario. Clover and I felt the

knock him down.” Clover looked at me. “Lucas

He pointed his finger at me. “I like this guy. He knows

Mario followed me to my office. I made sure to shut the door behind me and looked at the man

a chair. He had a bold personality and was not afraid of speaking his

his face. “I just don’t want people to ask me questions-because I don’t like answering them.”

“I see.”

what are you

to

“You’re always welcome,” I said. “Just wondering what you’re

the city risked everything to come and see me at the

continued. “You’re different from your siblings, and I like

Sure.

to visit whenever you want,” I said. At first, I was surprised at how much free time this man had-but what else was there to do if he had

gave me no choice. “I have a lot to tell you

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

that.” I agreed. “Just tell me the time and place.”

passed, and just as discussed, I met Mario for dinner at a restaurant.

was planning on renting out

Mario claimed. The ‘we’ in question made me uncomfortable because I had actually worked my butt off to get where I was today. I wasn’t involved in any illegal business and did not have to execute someone

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

was starving.

do this

away from me Marvin didn’t even want me to visit him

you said you had something to share

a breath and reached for his pockets. “Right, Carmela.” He pulled out several pictures and smiled softly.

pictures of us.” He

the 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 all of the pictures, and the two looked like a couple.

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

don’t mind me asking, who took these pictures?”

“We used to

married to Linda

still around?”

and he

have many pictures of my mom, so I held on to each memory 1