His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315

Marvin

It took us a lot of kicking and yelling to get there, but I had finally managed to drag the girl to the office of the clubhouse.

“P-please don’t kill me. I-I promise you t-t-this is my first time!” She begged for her life, with tears streaming down her face. For a second, I began feeling sorry for her but got back to my senses as I thought about the family business.

I was a Castillo.

I was a Castillo.

I was a Castillo.

“Get on your knees, get on your knees!” I forced her to the floor. This wasn’t right. I wasn’t this kind of person. Had it been a male, I would’ve blown his head off without a single hesitation, but I’d always had a soft spot for women. Maybe it was because of my mom, or perhaps it was because of my sister.

“What’s your name?”

A-Amelia!” The girl trembled.

“How old are you?”

“T-t-twenty.”

Twenty? What the hell was she even doing here in the first place?

“Fucks sake,” I muttered under my breath as I realized I had to get rid of a twenty-year-old. One of the biggest cons of this business had to be the expectations. How could they expect me to kill a young woman?

“Do you have any family?”

“P-please, not my family!” Amelia shook her head.

“I asked you a question.”

“M-my mom, m-my little brother…”

It had only worsened the situation. She had a family who was probably waiting for her return.

“Why do you have to be so fucking stupid?” I yelled out, kicking over a can. “Can’t you think?”

Why did she have to put me into this position? I was trying to be good.

“I-I’m s-s-sorry, s-sir!”

I lowered my gun and took a deep breath. “So what am I going to do with you? Because I was trying to become a better person, but you’re making it very difficult for me.”

1 frowned as stutters left Amelia’s mouth. She was unable to answer.

“How about you decide what I’m going to do with you?” I came up with the perfect idea. Maybe if she told

me to kill her, I wouldn’t feel guilty. That was it.

“Give me a second chance,” Amelia whispered. “Please give me a second chance?”

“Give you a second chance?” I laughed out loud.

“And what do you think will happen if I give you a second chance?”

“Others will try doing the same, thinking you’ll show them mercy.”

At least I didn’t have to explain that to her. I was all about showing mercy and wouldn’t want to hurt anyone unless necessary.

“I was just trying to take care of my family.” Amelia clarified. “Please don’t kill me…please.”

She was just trying to take care of her family, and so was 1. She was not that different from me, so why did I have the right to kill her?

“Get up.” I managed to get out. My dad had not sent all these men to keep an eye on me, so he could watch me fail-but I couldn’t do this anymore. I was capable of a lot, but this was not it.

Amelia got up from the floor while I took my suit jacket and wrapped it around her cold shoulders. “Come on, sit down.” I led her to a chair at the table.

It wasn’t my intention to take care of her, but I couldn’t help myself and handed her a glass of water. I saved a life today, and if Elena knew-she would be proud of me.

“So what, they don’t check ages around here?” I started a conversation.

“N-no, they do.”

“Who hired you?”

“Victor?” Amelia went into deep thoughts. I didn’t even know why I asked because it was obvious. I would never hire someone that young to work at a drug lab, knowing one mistake could ruin their lives, but Victor was a demon. The devil’s offspring, if I had to be more specific. Had I not known any better, I would’ve thought he was Mario Castillo’s real son.

The important thing was that I was back and that stuff like this would not happen anymore. At least not in the future.

“What are you going to do to me?” Amelia wondered.

If only I could give her an answer.

“Don’t worry, if I really wanted you dead-you’d be dead,” I told her. “You could’ve faced anyone else, but you’ve faced me-and today is my lucky day. So consider yourself lucky.”

The person who had truly saved her life was Elena. The thought of Elena kept me calm and was enough for me to reconsider my decision. I wanted her to be proud of me, and I did not want to ruin our date.

How could I be honest with Elena and tell her I killed a twenty-year-old just the day before? That was not going to work.

What would that even be like? Don’t worry, Elena, I’m a cold-blooded killer, and I killed some girl just yesterday, but I promise I won’t kill you!

of monster I am.”

“I don’t think you’re a monster….you saved my life.” Amelia smiled. I didn’t know whether she was being sincere or not, but me holding a gun to her head was a good enough reason to call me a monster.