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.

windows, and poorly built houses

an area where many acquaintances recruited the younger boys trying to make a living, but I was heavily against it.

education, but because the late Fabio Garcia had planted in my head that they

Morales shared different values and didn’t care where they got people from, as long as they did their jobs-and that was something I could

by the sound of

counter turned to me.

the women asked while the one beside her had lowered her head. Work was a terrible thing, to

of jet-black hair behind her ears. “I-I mean, a-are you in the right

must’ve been

spoke in a friendly tone. “Pick

glaring at me. The stare in her light-brown eyes was anything but friendly, but her

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

Garcia?” The one with the attitude asked, placing her hand on her hip.

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

had most likely heard great things about me and wished for an introduction.

straightened my suit. “Well, yes, I’ve heard of him.”

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

in my face. “No, but he’s got some nerve sending his people over to pick up some pastries!” The

don’t!” She cried out as I froze in

“I’m doing this for the good of the family!” I got a finger pointed in my face. Well, from what I could see-because my eyes were covered

got attacked for some reason. “When our dad went into business with you,

So this was indeed a family issue.

this one of

uncle’s

was going on

sister by her waist, trying to stop her from

money we don’t have-but to threaten to kill a

bowed her head, ashamed. “Please tell Vincenzo

I was scared to imagine what would’ve happened had she learned it was the real deal standing in front of

people, and

Livia’s mouth before she stormed off to the back. I’m glad she did because I