His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 340

Marvin

The guys could talk all they pleased, but I wasn’t embarrassed for rushing to the house to apologize to

Elena.

My biggest goal was for her not to see what kind of monster I was, and unfortunately, she did. It was easy to blame Panther, but only one person was to blame-and that person was me.

Seeing Lucas comforting her brought a sharp pain to my heart. Of course, the detective had to be there for her, while I couldn’t. Call it jealousy. I didn’t care.

With Elena on my mind, I went straight home after handling business, but she was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t too far stretched to believe she might’ve run off with Lucas, the perfect detective.

Hours went by as I sat at the dining table, waiting for her arrival-but there was still no sign of her.

She wouldn’t respond to my calls, my texts-nothing.

The second I heard footsteps at the front, I rushed to the door-thinking it was Elena. As I opened it, I realized that wasn’t the case. It was Misty.

“What are you doing h-“I was at a loss for words, seeing who she had brought along with her.

“Stanfield.” I frowned at the man who I knew all too well. “I didn’t know the two of you were acquainted.”

“N-Neither did I.” He swallowed his breath.

Breathing heavily, Misty pulled out a picture, pushing it into Stanfield’s face. “This girl?” She raised her voice. “Tell him who she is.”

What was the meaning of all of this?

I grabbed the picture out of her hands, a photo of Elena “What are you doing with her picture?” I furrowed my brows. “Are you that obsessed with her?”

“No.” She snatched the picture from my hands, pushing it to Stanfield’s face. “Give me the name of this girl.”

“Elena Torres.” Stanfield’s voice was clear, and his answer was correct.

“So it’s Elena. Who cares?” I clicked my tongue.

Misty slapped Stanfield’s shoulder, and the man looked tensed and frightened. “No, tell him who her dad

is!”

“Her dad?” I began losing the plot. What did her father have to do with any of this?

Stanfield lowered his head, ignoring my eyes. “George Torres, DEA agent on probation and former partner of Stevie Maddens-the agent you got accused of murdering

I froze. “What do you mean?” My legs felt numb, my head spun, and nothing else made sense.

Elena, my Elena, the daughter of a DEA Agent?

been some kind

and scrolled through some pictures. “Here’s

picture of that man, Stevie Maddens, with Elena. My Elena.

partner, George Torres, carrying

This wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be.

of person. She could not be a spy, not her.

smirked. “That bitch been playing you—”

my brain. All I wanted was for

escalated.

“W-what?” Misty blinked.

and there must be some explanation. Elena wouldn’t lie to me, “Get out, go home before I do something I’ll regret,”

“Marvin-

with the wall. Not saying another word, Misty ran out the door.

a hole through the cement. It wouldn’t be the first time. The wall could

Not Elena.

Not her.

All this time…

she would lie to me about her father’s identity other than

only then could I notice

I let my anger take over and grabbed everything I could get in my hands to destroy. Vases, glasses, paintings-it didn’t matter, as long as

was a fraud.

for her, let her into my house, let her meet my family, showed her the business

A spy.

A rat.

A devil.

had all that was necessary to burn this family to the ground, and I

I have been

Calm down, Marvin.

to

closed my eyes and drew a breath. “Have you met her?” The

a few times at gatherings.” Throughout everything, Stanfield remained calm. Even when I had destroyed the house in front of him. “We’ve never really

she like?”

“H-huh?”

is she like?” I gestured my hand, forcing

that I wasn’t completely stupid. That all of this was nothing more than

fake, that

us, about her, seemed real, and I never felt the need to push her any further to talk about

background check Panther did on her and hadn’t second-guessed it for

He’s an idiot.

been fooled as well.

treats her like a princess, locked in a tower. Her mother ran off a long time ago-so she and her

voice was shaking as I

a lot to say, extroverted, makes friends easily, lights up a room in an instant.” It sounded as if he had gotten the

breath. “Is that what you think Mario Castillo will