His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 336

Elena

Once I stepped outside, I could finally breathe. Relieved, I brushed my hands through my hair to calm myself down and closed my eyes to process everything.

“Elena, wait!” Marvin caught up with me as my eyes shot open. His hand reached to hold mine, only to stop when he had noticed the blood on his hands. “I-I can explain!” The shame was written on his face.

I didn’t need him to explain why he had just killed a liar. Trust me. It would only add to my nerves.

“You don’t have to,” I told Marvin, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m okay, so let’s just pretend none of this happened.”

“What-us?”

“No, not us!” I clarified. “T-that thing I saw just now.”

“Elena…” Marvin sighed, noticing I couldn’t even describe what had just happened. He killed a man. He had actually pulled the trigger, and I knew it wasn’t the first time.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I cracked a laugh. “I’m not angry. Really, I’m not!” I said. “Trust me. I don’t have the right to be.”

Not after all my lies.

“So all those things you said about actually enjoying all of this…were serious?” I tried changing the subject, which wasn’t the smartest thing.

“I’m sorry.” Marvin looked down at his bloody hands. I’m sorry I brought you into this. I’m sorry you had to see this-I’m sorry.”

Sorry?

“You shouldn’t be apologizing to me. You should let your friend apologize to the both of us for bringing me here.” I called out Panther indirectly. I didn’t want to pick a fight with that man, but this was downright evil.

Marvin clenched his jaw, closing his eyes. If he let Panther’s behavior pass this time, I might as well drop my investigation and move on with my life. “I-if you wait for a bit, I’ll clean myself and take you home-

“No thanks, that won’t be necessary. I need a minute.” I cut him off. I still loved him, and I was still going to save him-but I just couldn’t get over that lifeless body on the ground. He shot him as if it was nothing.

“I’ll just take the bus or something.”

“In this neighborhood?”

I’m George Torres’ daughter, and I can hold my own. Trust me. I’ll manage

“I can take her home, boss.” A guy spoke, revealing himself as he removed a cigarette from his mouth.

Judging by his looks and courage to approach Marvin, I could tell this was probably someone ambitious trying to do good. A rookie who had yet to prove himself.

Marvin scoffed. “That’s not necessary-”

“I’d appreciate that, thank you.” I nodded, interrupting him.

“I’ll see you

“Yes, definitely!”

+5 Bonus

on my way back to the mansion-I took

than being upset with Marvin, I was

had to

you been working for

he came out of prison.” The guy smiled brightly, turning his head for a split second. Prison.

has he been treating

this entire time? That would

but kind.” The guy shrugged. “He even tells me to

spoke, relieved, remembering he said the exact words

of speaking was so perfect and comfortable. Dad and Alex had no issue making me

I was passionate about and told me being able to decide what I really wanted required lots of strength.

how about Panther?”

breathed and tightened his grip around the steering wheel. “Yeah, yeah-also nice!” He

dangerous person one would not want to cross.

thank you. I excused myself as we reached the community gate.

“No problem.”

a lot to

told Marvin

for him to spare me, or would he at least give me the chance to listen

in action, knowing exactly what

able to see through Panther’s

it? His lifetime friend, or a liar-DEA’s daughter who forced herself into

evidence. All Victoria

I could recognize that jeep in my sleep. It belonged to

his windows and gave me a warm and welcoming smile. “Get in!” He spoke. “I was

“For?”

you out for lunch!”

No, that was unlikely. Marvin knew when

I even care? I needed an excuse to leave the mansion, even if it meant having lunch with Lucas.

pleasure?” I entered the car. For some reason, Lucas’ presence made me feel safe. Maybe it was because of his job, or

my identity a

Lucas shrugged. “I just felt like having lunch with

two of

Castillos aren’t normal to

chuckled. “I don’t know, you

seat belt. Lucas laughed loudly, almost making me feel frightened because I had no idea he could do that. Smiling, in general, was not something he did very

we

“Someplace special!”

was not too late to get out of the car, but once again-did it truly matter

he drove me off a bridge right now. At least that way, I

to a diner downtown instead. Being in the neighborhood gave me a warm feeling of