His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250

Marvin

“Marvin!”

I looked at my younger brother, Santiago, who ran into the visitation room and flew into my arms. No, he wasn’t ten-years-old, he was twenty-one but tented to behave like a toddler.

“What’s up, Santiago!” I greeted him and pulled him into an embrace. The last time I’d seen him outside of this place was a week before his seventeenth birthday. “Let me take a good look at you.” I smiled at him.

“Look!” Tiago spoke with open arms. He stood in a proud stance and waited for me to praise him. “I am looking. You look healthy!”

I looked behind Tiago and nodded at Panther. He wasn’t only a great asset to the family but also my bodyguard and my best friend. He was more than a best friend. He was like my brother:

He protected Tiago, just as he promised, and when I got out of here, he would be the first one to get a big reward.

My name is Marvin Romero Castillo. I’m 25-years old, and I’m the son of the head of the Castillo cartel, Mario Castillo. The Castillo’s were in charge of California and the most powerful cartel in the area.

We had people from all over and were still growing day by day.

“Marvin.” Panther laughed. “You’ve gained weight!

I looked down at my still-toned abs and wondered what kind of bullshit Panther was on. “The food isn’t too bad, so I can’t complain.”

“Of course, it isn’t bad.” Panther spoke. “We’ve made sure you get full course meals.”

It was no lie. The Castillo’s had connections everywhere, so I didn’t have a difficult time at all. It was more like an extended vacation, but I was glad that I was here and not Santiago.

All of this happened four years ago. Because of a rat in the business, the DEA closed in on us and ruined one of our transports. It was Santiago’s first job, so he freaked out and accidentally killed an officer.

I did what got expected of me and took the blame for my brother’s mistake. I ignored my father’s request to let someone else take the fall and took responsibility. It might’ve broken the family, but Tiago was free, and at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.

Tiago wasn’t made for this world and wouldn’t survive a day within this prison, so I decided to do it for him.

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. You’re still in good shape!” Tiago defended me and attacked me into another hug. I ruffled my hand through his hair. “Thanks, Tiago.”

“No touching!” The officer suddenly called out. I pulled away and turned to the man who was way too soft to be in here, Stanfield.

“My bad, boss.” I chuckled at him.

Even though Stanfield was an officer, he was alright. The inmates used to see him as an easy target and liked to bully him, but everything changed when I got involved. I convinced the other Castillo’s to protect

Stanfield, while Stanfield gave me several privileges such as more free time than the other inmates and unlimited access to the computer rooms.

“Sit.” I told Tiago and Panther. They followed my instructions and sat down. “How are you? How are mom, dad, Karina?” I asked Tiago. It was always good to have someone visit.

Tiago shot me a smile and gave me a nod. “They are all doing good.” He spoke. “Dad’s been a dad. He’s been giving me a hard time, as always.””

That was no surprise. Mario Castillo was a strict and ruthless man and the reason why the family business became untouchable. He came from nothing and worked his way up, and he wanted us to do the same.

Tiago was different from me and my younger sister, Karina. Tiago was kind, soft, and polite. He couldn’t fight, he couldn’t even pull a trigger, and he couldn’t even stick up for himself. He shot and killed an officer by mistake, and that was his only wrongdoing.

A failure, son.

That’s what my dad used to call him, but I liked to think otherwise. Tiago’s kind and pure personality was the one thing that had kept our family together. He was the light we needed in this dark family.

He had a difficult time after killing that DEA officer, but he picked himself back up and became a stronger

person.

“How about mom?” I asked. While both parents had no issues showing they preferred me, mom and Tiago had gotten closer. “Mom is organizing the wedding. She’s been driving Anya crazy.”

“That’s right, just two more weeks.”

Tiago being Tiago, had plans to marry his high-school sweetheart, Anya. She was a nice girl, and I was happy for him. He was getting married to a normal girl who did not have any ties to the cartel, and I couldn’t be any more proud. It was time for him to lead his own life.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there.” I apologized. It was what I wanted the most, but I had no other choice.

“That’s fine. You’ll be out soon-that’s all that matters. Tiago reassured me. Luckily there was not enough evidence to hold me in prison any longer, which meant all of this would soon be over. It would only be a matter of time before my charge would get dismissed. I only had to survive this place for six more weeks.

“So, what have you been up to?” Panther asked.

“Laine told me he signed you up for some sort of prison pen pal. What’s the deal with that?”

I rolled my eyes and let out an exhausted breath. It was never my intention to sign myself up for that kind of program, but our family lawyer, Laine, told me that it could be seen as a sign of good behavior.

“You should see the messages people are sending me.” I spoke as I thought about the messages, which were either too formal or too thirsty, which was mainly the reason why I decided to ignore all of them.

Why would I, Marvin Romero, talk to these random citizens?

If anything, those emails were just like a piece of comedy to me. I hadn’t checked my message board in over two weeks and was done laughing. I had more important stuff to worry about, for example, the fact that I was getting out.

I was about to attack him with harsh words, but everything changed when I saw the look on Tiago’s face. “Just listen to Panther, Mary.” He spoke. “You should at least work along and reply to one person.”

“Fine. I gave in. “I’ll take a look at that damn message board and send something back.”

“See.” Panther spoke with a mischievous smirk on his lips. “You know, people should be grateful even to be talking to you.”

“True.” Tiago agreed. “You should at least send one back for the looks of it, don’t you think?”

“I said, fine!” I repeated myself yet another time. “What’s the situation with the Hernandez?” I whispered so no one could hear us. We used to split California with the Hernandez cartel, but everything got screwed up after the DEA caught us.

It was the day both cartels lost their transport and the day Tiago shot the DEA officer.