His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249

“What? No!”

Gabriel was one of the many exes who my dad had scared away. He wasn’t that ‘friendly, and neither was my brother. If it were up to them, I would remain single until the very day I died. According to them, no one was good enough for me. “How could we even reunite when you scared him off.”

“Oh,” My dad spoke, flustered. “You’re right. I did scare him off.”“

He took a sip from his tea and went into deep thoughts. “What could you possibly be hiding from me?” He mumbled.

Nothing, dad, the only thing I’m hiding from you is that I’ve emailed one of the people you despise the most-a felon.

“I was buying your birthday gift. It wasn’t meant for your eyes.” I teased him. Even though he was

liculous, I couldn’t help but feel bad and didn’t want him to crack his brains over nothing. “Birthday

He smiled, relieved. “I can live with that.”

ill you be home for dinner tonight?”

No, I told him. “I’m working a late shift, so don’t wait up for me.”

I felt terrible for abandoning him, but he was breathing in my neck, and it was slowly getting on my nerves. I loved my dad and brother, but their overprotective behavior on top of their occupation didn’t exactly help me.

The fact that my dad and my brother were DEA agents had always embarrassed me. Whenever I told anyone that my family worked for the government, they didn’t hesitate and took their distance from me,

“Do you want me to leave you dinner?” My dad asked in a sad tone. I hated whenever he made me feel bad. “I’m good, thank you,” I turned him down. “I think I’ll be leaving early today-”

“Because you’re sick of me?” My dad joked. The unfortunate thing which he hadn’t realized was that it was the reality. I needed my space, and I couldn’t be stuck in a house with him any longer. “You got me,” I smiled. “I’m sick of you.”

Just by looking at his face, I could tell my dad probably thought I was playing along with his joke, and I was not about to ruin his fun. He gave me a wink and finished his tea in one go.

“In that case, please have a nice day at work.”

“That was the last table.” I smiled at my boss, Rona. She looked over the counter and scanned the tables with her eyes. “You’re finished. You can go home.”

“Thank you!” I nodded gratefully. I was exhausted and couldn’t keep up with the number of people who I had served for the day. We worked with eight other people, but I was the manager of this place which meant I carried the same responsibilities as Rona.

“I’ll be stuck here for a while,” Rona spoke. She wasn’t that much older than I was, and we got along well. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have the opportunity to show off my skills.

It had only been around three months since I

had started my job, but I enjoyed it here. It was better than sitting behind a desk all day, that was for sure. I was mainly here for my skills as a mixologist. I had always created my own recipes, and they always seemed to perform well.

“Do you really want me to go?” I spoke awkwardly. I hated the fact that I was such a good person, and I did not have it in me to leave her alone.

“Just go,” Rona spoke once again. “I only have to count the money, don’t waste your time and enjoy your night.”

I ignored her words and sat down. “You know you want me to keep you company!” I smirked. Rona let out a laugh. “Okay, got me.”

“You could’ve just asked so.”