His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325

“So, how do you really feel about Lucas?” Marvin asked. It was morning, but I hadn’t managed to close a single eye. The news about Panther hit me hard, and it was still so much to take in.

Why did it have to be him?

“He’s okay, I guess,” I observed Marvin as he made his way to the bathroom. I jumped out of bed with only one thought in mind. I had to find that key.

“He is, isn’t he?” Marvin spoke as I made my way to his drawer. I had to keep him busy so that he wouldn’t notice anything. Instead of just asking him for the key, I decided to do this the hard way.

Asking him for the key would also mean I had to tell him why I needed it. I knew Marvin would eventually find out the truth about me, but as crazy as it sounded-I wasn’t ready to let go of our fairytale. Not yet.

“I thought I would end up hating him, with him being a detective and all-but he seems okay to me,” Marvin spoke.

“Yeah?” I questioned, sticking my hand into his drawer. Where would he even leave something like that? Think, Elena.

“What are you doing today?” Marvin led the conversation.

“Nothing much,” I said, regretting it immediately. I had to keep him busy, and I could not come off as too suspicious. “So, what are you doing out there?” I giggled. “Do you have diarrhea?”

“No?” Marvin laughed. “I’m doing my hair.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m allowed to do my hair?” Marvin commented. “I have lunch with someone important today- and I want to look good for her.”

Although I knew he was joking, those words still felt uncomfortable. The thought of seeing Marvin with someone else pained me-but the thing which made it even worse was knowing that we didn’t have that much time left. I should spend time with him, but instead, I decided to play detective again.

Even then, I didn’t regret my decision because it was all for him.

“You seem a bit off. Are you oka-”

“Can I join?” I blurted, closing my eyes. I wasn’t interested in his business meetings, but I had yet to find the key, and I needed to distract him.

Jjoin?

I closed the drawer and turned to look at his watch storage. Anyone else would’ve not been as dramatic and just asked for the key, but Marvin was intelligent and would definitely force some sort of explanation out of me

“Yes, you don’t want me to?”

“It’s not that,” Marvin spoke. “It’s nothing special. I’m just dropping off Tiago.”

I picked up the nicest watch and found the item I was looking for. Anya’s necklace. It belonged to Anya, so of course, he was treating it with the respect it deserved.

“Oh, never mind.” I declined Marvin’s offer.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t co-” Marvin walked out of the bathroom and stopped in his steps, watching me go through his watches. I got caught in broad daylight.

“What are you doing?” He laughed nervously. I cleared my throat and balled my fist so that he couldn’t see the necklace. “Cleaning?”

Marvin stepped closer. “Cleaning?” He frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I got up from the floor.

“Because it seems to me like you’re taking all my stuff, so you can sell it and leave me here to rot.” Marvin joked around. I took a relieved breath and laughed along.

“You got me.”

I felt terrible for deceiving Marvin like this, but I couldn’t let him find out. Not yet.

The last thing I needed was for him to call me a liar or for him to confront Panther.

After learning the truth, I was pretty sure Panther was a psychopath. Who knew what he would do next?

I ran into Marvin’s arms and rested my head against his chest. “Come on. I’ll walk you out!” I pushed my hand behind his back and led him out of the room.

“And now you’re also kicking me out of my house?” Marvin furrowed. “You’re doing all of this so you can invite Lucas, aren’t you?” He guessed. “I knew the two of you hit it off pretty well yesterday.”

Even though Marvin was supposed to sound sincere, I could still hear the hint of confidence in his voice. As if he believed I wouldn’t leave him, and it made me feel even more guilty.

We were happy, we were perfect for each other-but who knew when all of this would end?

“I just want you to make more illegal cash so you can buy me more designer bags.”

“Not all of our money is illegal.” Marvin barely whispered. I hadn’t thought about how my words could affect him, but those were the unfortunate cons of growing up with George Torres as father.

Even illegal money turned legal is still illegal. That was his mindset.

“I know,” I reassured him.

“Should we go out for dinner tonight?” Marvin changed the subject. After everything, I could use a nice dinner

“Where?”

“I don’t know, you choose.”