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.

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

what, leading a legal liquor

my head to look at the man who leaned over the desk. Mario Castillo. Behind him

was he doing here?”

and our eyes met. “Absolutely not.” He straightened his

his sentence and nearly ran out of the office. This was the only division that

“Lucas!”

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

Peter Clover.

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

“He’s here because I had some

men with squinted eyes

found himself a beautiful

angel was the daughter of

is

between Mario’s lips. “It’s good to know you’re finally making

get to Mario. Clover and I felt the same, but unfortunately for me, that

don’t knock him down.” Clover looked at me. “Lucas is one of the good

He pointed his finger at me. “I like

office. I made sure to shut the door behind me and looked at the man who had the nerve to

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

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

“I see.”

you doing here?”

I not allowed to visit my son?”

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

Mario’s words surprised me. The most feared criminal in the city risked everything to come and see me at the station because he missed me.

presence.” He continued. “You’re different from your siblings, and

Sure.

this man had-but what else was there to do if he had others doing

me no choice. “I have a lot to tell you about your mother,

was more? After feeding me lies, this man would just keep going and

that.” I agreed. “Just tell me

until hours had passed, and just as discussed, I met Mario for dinner

planning on renting out the whole place, I wouldn’t have shown up.

butt off

plate in front of me. At least the food

was starving.

do

my wife,” Mario spoke. “Your brothers tend to run away from me Marvin didn’t

casually. “So you said you had something to share about my

“Right, Carmela.” He

found some pictures of us.” He threw them

I grabbed the pictures and observed the man and 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

on my lips. In her last few years, the drugs had ruined her glow, but even then, one could not

asking, who

Mario explained. “We used to go on

Linda and had Marvin and

still

and he can’t wait

my mom, so I held on to each memory