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 contrasted with

the younger boys trying to make a living, but

I cared so much for their education, but because the late Fabio Garcia had planted in my head that they were not trustworthy, immature,

got people from, as long as they did their jobs-and that was something I could already tell we

was announced by the sound of a bell.

counter turned to me.

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

a blush on her cheeks, pushing her strands of jet-black hair behind her ears. “I-I mean,

must’ve been the suit.

am,” I spoke in a friendly tone.

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

two women who almost seemed identical, figuring they must’ve been sisters. One was

one with the attitude asked, placing her hand on her hip.

name wasn’t unknown around here. Some made me out to be a monster; others claimed that despite

most likely heard great things about me

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

cake from the display, smirking. “In that case.”

nerve sending his people over to pick up some pastries!” The cake was still pressed against my

as I froze in my

the good of the family!” I got a finger pointed

this neighborhood. It brings the people joy!” I got attacked for some reason. “When our dad went into business with you, you devils who have been leeching and

was indeed a family issue.

this one of Garcia’s

this uncle’s

hell was going

by her waist, trying to stop her from talking-but she

a man’s daughters?”

so so sorry!” Paloma bowed her head, ashamed. “Please tell Vincenzo Garcia that it

would’ve happened had she learned it was the

fuck your people, and fuck

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