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.

+5 Bonus

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 my perfectly white

acquaintances recruited the younger boys trying to make

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

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

bakery, my arrival was announced by the sound of

the counter turned to me.

women asked while the one beside her had lowered her head.

strands of jet-black hair behind

must’ve been the suit.

I am,” I spoke in a friendly tone. “Pick

me. The stare in her

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

Vincenzo Garcia?” The one with the attitude

me out to be a monster; others claimed

great things about

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

a cake from the display, smirking. “In that case.” She raised the dessert. “You

face. “No, but he’s got some nerve sending his people over to pick up some pastries!” The cake was still pressed against my face until the other woman

don’t!” She cried out as I froze in my

of the family!” I got a finger

is the heart 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 would help him and not leave him with a debt he can’t pay!”

this was indeed a

one of Garcia’s side

uncle’s doing?

the hell was going

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

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

Paloma bowed her head, ashamed. “Please tell Vincenzo Garcia that it won’t happen again.”

what would’ve happened had she

you, fuck your people, and fuck Vincenzo Garcia!”

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