His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307

Elena

“Elena, watch out!”

Marvin wrapped his arm around my body and covered me as a biker almost flew past us.What was wrong with these people?

It was our second day in Amsterdam, and for some reason, I still couldn’t get used to it. I looked up at Marvin. “Are you alright?” He asked. “No.” I shook my head. “I think I’m going to die on this trip.”

“Yes, I think so too.”

Before I knew it, Marvin grabbed my hand and led us towards our destination. If there was one thing I had learned over these past few days, it was definitely that these people were fearless.

After Rona had invited herself to Amsterdam, Marvin asked Panther and, strangely enough, his little cousin, Cisco to join us as well. We were all hanging at the park while Marvin and I stepped away to buy a few drinks.

“You don’t have to hold my hand…I’m not a child.” I spoke to Marvin as we crossed the streets. “I know.” Marvin laughed. “I just don’t want you to get hit by a truck, although it would not surprise me if something like that would happen to you.”

A while later, Marvin and I sat on our plaid at the park and watched as Rona, Panther, and Cisco played a ball game. “Don’t you think it’s funny those two are getting along?” I commented, looking at the pair.

Marvin released a breath. “First they don’t, then they do.” He spoke. “I can’t keep up

anymore.”

At least they were honest about their feelings. While Rona and Panther kept looking for each other, whether it was to argue or not, Marvin was the type of person to pull away from the conversation whenever we were finally getting somewhere.

“It was nice of you to bring along Cisco.” I changed the subject. “I think he’s having fun.”

“Yes.” Marvin sighed, looking at his cousin. Whenever I mentioned his name, something seemed to be bothering him. It wasn’t anger, but rather a sadness-and I did not know why. “It’s important for him to spend time with…his family.”

“Then you should play with him instead.”

“Huh?”

“You said it’s important for him to spend time with family?”

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Marvin shrugged me off and forced a caramel-filled waffle inside my mouth. “Oh my god!” I squealed at the taste while Marvin laughed at me. “This is so good!”

“I know, now try pronouncing it.” Marvin looked at the package. Full of confidence, I grabbed it from his hand and did an attempt. “S-stroopwaefles? S-strap….” I frowned. “You know what, fuck it. You try it!”

“I’ll pass, thank you.” Marvin ruffled his hand through my

“So, how are we going to smuggle these back to the states?”

hair.

“Smuggle?” Marvin repeated as if I was crazy. “Yes, smuggle.”

If anyone knew how to smuggle stuff around here, it had to be the Castillo’s, Marvin shrugged. “You can also just…I don’t know…take them with you?”

“You’re right. I can!”

It wasn’t long before Marvin’s attention was back onto Panther and Cisco, and I couldn’t ignore the slight smile on his lips. Cisco and Panther seemed to be getting along well, which was something I had already observed a long time ago.

Marvin turned to me. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything!”

“I can trust you, right?”

“Y-yes?” I spoke nervously. Was this the part where he was going to ask me about my dad, agent George Torres?

“There’s been something on my mind, and I don’t have anyone to talk about it–but it’s killing me, and I have to-”

“You can tell me!” I rushed him. “What is it?”

Marvin looked at Panther and Cisco with a troubled look on his face while I was trying to figure him out. “Never mind.”

“No, I hate it when people do this!” I pouted, determined to get an answer one way or another. Why would he even start the subject if he wasn’t going to finish it?

Marvin closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Cisco is Panther’s kid.”

With my mouth wide open, I looked from Panther to Cisco, back to Marvin. I knew he was about to tell me something juicy, but this caused a whole other level of confusion.

“You look like that one meme.” Marvin rolled his eyes.

“They had memes in prison?”

Luckily enough, Marvin could at least chuckle at my joke. “I’m sorry, I’m lost… Panther is who?”