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

the younger boys trying to make a living, but

late Fabio Garcia had planted

as long as they did

my arrival was announced by the sound of

turned

the one beside her had lowered

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

must’ve been the suit.

spoke in a friendly tone. “Pick up

me. The stare in her light-brown eyes was anything

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

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

made me out to be a monster; others claimed that despite being a carbon copy

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

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

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

to realize what was going on, the cake got pushed in my face. “No, but he’s got some nerve sending his people over to pick up some pastries!”

out as

out of it, Paloma!” She sneered. “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

of our family and 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 threatening all of us—he thought you

this was indeed a

of Garcia’s side businesses?

uncle’s

the hell was

by her waist, trying to stop her from talking-but she wouldn’t stop, and maybe I didn’t want her to-because I was lost.

kill a

ashamed. “Please tell

I raised my brow, remembering they did not know who I was. I was scared to imagine what would’ve happened had she

fuck your people, and fuck

back. I’m