His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313

Elena

“Okay, everyone out!” I clapped my hands.

For some reason, it sounded much cooler when Marvin said it

+5 Banus

It was my first morning in the new house, and to show my gratitude, I had decided to do something useful for once and make Marvin breakfast.

The maids in the kitchen shot me confused looks, but followed my order either way as they were probably scared to get into trouble with Marvin.

It took me some time to gather the ingredients, but before I knew it, I was already busy preparing breakfast. Just when I was about to flip over a pancake, I received a call from Roma

“Yes?” I answered the phone.

“Lena, I’m literally about to shoot up this entire place!” Rona shouted. I turned the stove off and put her on speaker.

“Wait, what?” I asked, confused. “Calm down.”

Rona did the complete opposite and started sobbing over the phone. “I can’t calm down. I’m pissed!” She choked in between sniffles.

“Rona, what happened?” I asked as I grabbed three plates from the cabinet. Rona having a meltdown was not something new, but this time it sounded different.

“You don’t have to come to work today.” Rona told me. It took me a few seconds before her words finally got through to me.

“Hello?”

Rona sighed. “Some guy showed up at the door with this huge bill which I can’t pay, all of the investors pulled out- and I just can’t take it anymore!”

“Oh, no! “I played along, but all I could think about was her telling me that I might be jobless.What was left for me? Okay, maybe I needed to stop being so overdramatic-I could find a new job.

“I’m so stressed and angry, “Rona complained.

“Can’t you steal some weed from the Castillo’s, so we can sell it or smoke it ourselves?”

I widened my eyes at Rona’s bad joke and covered my phone with my hand-removing her from speaker. “Don’t do anything crazy, and wait until I show up for work-okay?”

“Elena, you’re not Jesus-you can’t fix this! “Rona attacked me. Then she shouldn’t have called me in the first place So much for me trying to help out.

“I know, but we’ll figure it out.”

“Fine, I’ll see you later!” Rona huffed. “And don’t forget the weed!”

Flustered, I ended the conversation and looked around to see if someone might’ve heard us. Between

Tiago refusing to give me a name and me slowly getting homesick. I already had way too much on my plate, and I really couldn’t add anything else.

“Where are the maids?” Marvin walked into the kitchen, He wore a clean and nice black suit, with a black- tie. Blinded by his handsomeness, I almost dropped the plate in my hand. The formal side of Marvin was something unusual and reminded me of our first meeting.

“Don’t worry. I kicked them out.” I told Marvin. What would be the reason for the dress code? Did he have a business meeting?

“Why?” Marvin looked puzzled. Maybe he felt comfortable letting others do work for him, but I didn’t. I grew up in a household where I had to take care of myself.

“Why? Because I want to make you breakfast.”

“Why?”

I grabbed his hand, leading him to the table. “Because I’m grateful for all you’ve done for me, come on, sit down.”

Marvin followed my instructions, but not before giving me a suspicious frown. “Is this one of your games again?”

“One of my games?”

“Yes, your poisoning game?”

“Poisoning game?”

What did he even mean by that? Marvin shook his head, laughing. “Never mind, what did you make me?”

I grabbed his plate and placed it in front of him with a satisfied smile on my lips. “An egg and cheese omelet, pancakes, salad-and fresh orange juice.”

Marvin looked from his plate to my eyes, with an apologetic look on his face. “Elena, I didn’t bring you here to work.” He told me.

“I know,” I said. “I just can’t see the point of me being here if I can’t do anything in return.”

Besides that, it wasn’t a crime to show him that I could be everything he needed.

Still, I didn’t want him to feel as if I was taking advantage of him or his money.

“That’s funny. That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Panther walked in. I automatically rolled my eyes at his unwanted comment as he walked to the counter.

“Looks good Elena, I’m starving!” He praised the food.

“Yes, you can take care of your own plate.”

“Of course, because I’m not Marvin.” Panther teased.

Being alone with Marvin seemed to be some impossible mission because it almost seemed like Panther was glued to his ass. Nice guy, but the best would be to ignore his presence.