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.

on the walls, broken windows, and poorly built houses

where many acquaintances recruited the younger boys trying to make a living, but

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

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

was announced by the sound of a bell. Immediately the

turned

one beside her had

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

must’ve been

spoke in a friendly tone.

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

chuckled, looking back and forth between the two women who almost seemed identical, figuring they must’ve been sisters. One was friendly and welcoming, and the other

the attitude asked, placing her hand on her hip.

wasn’t unknown around here. Some made me out to be a monster; others claimed that despite being a carbon copy of that man-I was nothing

things about me and wished for

smile on my lips and straightened my suit. “Well, yes,

that case.” She raised the dessert. “You can tell

sending his people over to pick up some pastries!” The cake was still pressed against my face until the other woman pulled away her hand.

She cried out as I

good of the family!” I got a finger pointed in my face. Well, from what I could see-because my eyes

attacked for some reason. “When our dad went into business with you, you devils who have been leeching and threatening all of us—he thought you would help him and not leave him with

dad? So this was indeed a

of Garcia’s

uncle’s

hell was going on here?

to stop her from talking-but she wouldn’t stop, and

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

bowed her head, ashamed. “Please tell Vincenzo Garcia

who I was. I was scared to imagine what would’ve happened had she learned it was

your people, and

off to the back.