His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 366

Vincenzo

“Great, now I have to look for a tutor,” I mumbled, dragging my feet to Luis’ room.

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I found myself in front of a closed door. “Luis, we need to talk!” I knocked but got no answer in return.

“Lu-

“Don’t.” My brother yelled back. “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear your apology.”

Where was Nic when you needed him? The same prick who had been so busy saying goodbye to friends was the only one who could handle Luis’ problematic behavior.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Just tell me how I can fix it. “I tried getting ari’answer. “Come on. let’s talk about it!”

“I don’t want to talk because you don’t know how to talk-you only know how to yell,” Luis called back. “You can come and talk to me when I feel like talking to you.”

Although I wasn’t the only one at fault, I felt terrible for what I had done and wanted to put it behind us so we could find a solution.m

Luis changed a lot, and I wondered when I began losing control over him. Was it because I was not strict enough? Because I kept myself busy with women and parties instead of my brother?

“I’ll make it up to you.” I sighed. “I promise.”

“Good!” Luis snarled. “You can start by not camping in front of my door!” He said. “And get me something to cat…maybe?”

To end our feud, I called every bakery in the area, hoping to find Luis’ favorite pastry.

As expected, they were all sold out in all but one bakery, and I placed an order to pick them up straight

away.

Not even ten minutes later-I walked the streets of the rundown neighborhood. The city had always been noticeably divided, and it felt awful.

walls, broken windows, and poorly built houses contrasted with

younger boys trying to make a living,

cared so much for their education, but because the late Fabio Garcia had planted in my head that they were not trustworthy, immature, and easily persuaded by the authorities.

and didn’t care where they got people from, as long as they did their jobs-and that was something I could already tell we were going to butt heads

I entered the bakery, my arrival was announced by the

counter turned to

of the women asked while the one beside her had lowered her head. Work was a terrible

blush on her cheeks, pushing her strands of jet-black hair behind her ears. “I-I mean, a-are you in the right

must’ve been the suit.

I spoke in a friendly tone. “Pick up

stare in her

who almost seemed identical, figuring they must’ve been sisters. One was friendly and welcoming,

Vincenzo Garcia?” The one with the attitude asked, placing her

me out to be a monster; others claimed that despite being a carbon copy of that man-I was nothing like my

one had most likely heard great things about me and

a proud smile on my lips and straightened my suit. “Well, yes, I’ve heard of him.” I

from the display, smirking. “In that case.” She raised the dessert. “You can tell

some nerve sending his people over to pick up some

cried out as I froze in my

I got a finger pointed in my face. Well, from what I

into business with you, you

was indeed a family

one of Garcia’s

uncle’s

hell was going on

enough!” Paloma grabbed her sister by her waist, trying to stop her from talking-but she

one thing to demand the money we don’t have-but to threaten to kill a man’s daughters?” Livial shrugged herself out of her

so sorry!” Paloma bowed her head, ashamed. “Please

would’ve happened had she learned it was the real deal standing in front of her-the one

you, fuck your people, and

she stormed off to the back. I’m glad she did because I was not in the