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?

some kind

grabbed his phone and scrolled through some pictures. “Here’s

man, Stevie Maddens, with Elena.

George Torres, carrying the same bright smile she always

This wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be.

She could not be a spy, not

bitch been playing you—”

brain. All I wanted was for her to get out before the

escalated.

“W-what?” Misty blinked.

protect Elena, It couldn’t be like this, and there must be some explanation. Elena wouldn’t lie to me,

“Marvin-

I growled, connecting my fist with the wall. Not saying another word, Misty ran out the door.

I told Stanfield, noticing I had punched a hole through the cement. It wouldn’t be the first time. The wall could get fixed, but the

Not Elena.

Not her.

All this time…

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

and only then could

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

was a fraud.

her meet my family, showed her the business to the very last detail -and

A spy.

A rat.

A devil.

to burn this family to the ground, and I handed it to

I have been

Calm down, Marvin.

need to

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

Throughout everything, Stanfield remained calm. Even when I had destroyed the house in front of him.

is she like?”

“H-huh?”

I gestured my hand, forcing

needed some reassurance that I wasn’t completely stupid. That all of this was nothing more than a big misunderstanding.

us was not fake, that I wasn’t head over heels for a

I never felt the need to push

did on her

He’s an idiot.

must’ve been fooled as

in a tower. Her mother ran off a

about the damn dad!” My voice was shaking as I began losing my patience. “Just….tell me I

say, extroverted, makes friends easily, lights up a room in an instant.” It sounded as if he had gotten the information straight out of her biography. “Misty told me she lied to you about her identity, but knowing

good reason?” I swallowed my breath. “Is that what you