His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260

Elena

“Dad, you haven’t touched your food at all.”

My dad looked up at me before he sunk his head towards his laptop. The suspension was the worst thing that could’ve happen to him and did not come to my advantage.

Being stuck in a house with a man obsessed with going after the cartel was nothing to be happy about. I could still not believe that this man was willing to bring the entire family in danger just to prove his point, and I could also not believe that he had dragged my brother into this.

Poor Alex could not lead his own life and even went along with my dad’s crazy ideas. It was no surprise his ex-wife divorced him because she couldn’t take it anymore.

He didn’t even have time for his two-year-old daughter because all he focused on was his job, just like dad. I was never the one to look up any trouble, so I could genuinely not understand why those two airheads planned on going after some cartel.

“Dad,” I tried again. “You haven’t closed a single eye. You can’t go on like this any longer.”

“I can, and I will.” He spoke determinedly. “I will bring them all down, even if that’s the last thing I’ll do.”

“Well, okay.” I sighed, exhausted. I would not argue any longer, and if dad and Alex wanted to put themselves in danger, they could go ahead and do that, but I had other plans. The wedding was coming up, and there was still so much to do.

“What have you been up to lately?” My dad somehow found the nerve to ask me. I got interrupted by the sound of email notification and shrugged him off. “Oh, nothing much-the wedding thing I told you about,” I mumbled as I scanned through the mail, which I had been waiting on for a long time.

Marvin’s email.

1 Inbox

From M. Romero

Today I have some bittersweet news. It seems like my dream come true because I’m getting released from prison in just four hours!

“What the fuck,” I muttered, surprised, as I went through the first sentence. Was it April fools already? The smile on my face had slowly changed from a confused frown to a frightened look. What the hell did inmate Marvin mean? Was he really out of prison?

“What does it say?” My dad asked as he attempted to peak over my shoulder, but I freaked out and backed away as my hands shook hysterically.

I’ll be at the Vermont Street Bridge this Saturday at 12 PM, and I’ll be waiting for you.

This couldn’t be.

Please don’t tell me my biggest nightmare was becoming a reality.

“I-it’s just some spam mail!” I spoke in a hurry as I gathered my laptop and all my other belongings. “Anyway, I won’t keep you busy-bye!”

I rushed to my room before my dad could even say anything and closed the bedroom door. Was I dreaming!

I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes while I tried to catch my breath. All I had to do was breathe and think. I was overreacting, and everything was going to be okay.

There was nothing wrong with some prison pen pal who was supposed to get life without parole, asking me to meet up with him.

Who was I even kidding?

Just the thought of it made my skin crawl,