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 my perfectly white suit.

where many acquaintances recruited the younger boys trying to make a

Fabio Garcia had planted in my head that they were not trustworthy, immature,

different values and didn’t care where they got people from, as long as they did their jobs-and that was something I could already tell we were going

bakery, my arrival was announced by the sound of

the counter turned

while the one beside her had lowered her

her strands of jet-black hair behind her ears. “I-I mean,

must’ve been

friendly tone. “Pick up

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

back and forth between the two women who almost seemed identical, figuring they must’ve been sisters. One

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

others claimed that despite being a carbon copy of that man-I was

heard great things about me and wished for an introduction.

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

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

cake got pushed in my face. “No, but he’s got some nerve sending his people

as

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

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

dad? So this was indeed a family issue.

one of Garcia’s side businesses?

uncle’s doing?

hell was

to stop her from talking-but she wouldn’t stop, and maybe I didn’t want her to-because I

thing to demand the money we don’t have-but to threaten to kill a man’s daughters?” Livial

her head, ashamed. “Please

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

your people,

she stormed off to the back.