His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 326

Chapter 326

I rested my hand on my mom’s stone and smiled. “I’m almost there, mom,” I spoke in a whisper. “Please hold on for just a bit longer.”

It was time for my weekly meeting with George Torres, and I knew he wouldn’t be too happy considering I had yet to give him useful information.

I discovered his so-called presentation was nothing more than a fairytale. He liked doing things fast, while I wasn’t fond of sloppy work. I was used to doing things spotless.

Spending time with Marvin had shown me that he wasn’t that difficult to get close to after all. Despite his cold image, he was a warm person who liked making his presence known.

Whether he was sincere or because he was fearful of me hitting on Elena? I had yet to find out.

Then agam, Pedro, or Panther as he liked to call himself, didn’t seem like a criminal who decapitated his enemies’ heads, but I had seen the pictures, so I knew the truth.

“Hey, kid!” George made his presence known. He patted my shoulder and joined me at my mother’s grave. “Hey.”

“So, how are you holding up?”

“I’m good, sir. How about you?”

“Besides missing my only daughter…fine, I think. He sighed. “Although I’m pretty sure she’s not doing well in that household.”

This was typically George. He didn’t want to come off as too pushy, so instead, he used reverse psychology.

I chuckled. “Don’t you worry about Elena,” I told him. “She’s doing perfectly fine.”

“My daughter is still young, so she can’t decide for herself,” George stated. “He’s taking advantage of her”

Somehow George still believed his daughter was a victim in all of this while that wasn’t the case. Elena was hopelessly in love with Marvin and would’ve followed him anywhere. No one forced her to do anything.

“Do you have something on Marvin?”

“No, not yet.”

“How long will it take?”

“Well damn, I don’t know George.” I snarled. “I’m not psychic!”

I respected the man, but he had to understand that I was putting my life on the line here, especially after he decided to include his immature, unstable daughter.

“Time is ticking, Lucas,” George spoke, irritated. “We need to get Marvin before he gets away with his crime and my daughter.”

See, that was the difference between George and me. He was after Marvin Castillo, while I was after Mario

-the true villain. He manipulated my mom those around him, and at the end of the day, everyone in that house was just a pawn in his twisted games.

“I get it, George.” I nodded. “I’ll get you what you want-so please be patient.”

After I met with George, I was back at the station. Making detective was not as easy as I expected it to be, mainly because I couldn’t focus on my job.

All I could think about were Elena’s words about the maids. If they were indeed close to mom, they could give me some more information about how disgusting Mario treated her.

“Mario Castillo, are you here to turn yourself in?” I heard from a distance.

“For what, leading a legal liquor brand?”

Shocked, I jumped up from my chair and turned my head to look at the man who leaned over the desk. Mario Castillo. Behind him stood two of his men, who shouldn’t have even been here.

“What was he doing here?”

Mario looked straight into my office, and our eyes met. “Absolutely not.” He straightened his tie. “I’m here to meet my s—“

“Sir!” I yelled out before he could finish his sentence and nearly ran out of the office. This was the only division that was not corrupt, and no one would ever take me seriously if they knew about my relationship with the Mario Castillo.

“Lucas!”

“First name basis?” The new captain revealed himself, walking down the stairs. As if things couldn’t get worse, I now had to deal with the head of the apartment.

Peter Clover.

He was a well-respected man and used to be a DEA agent until he made the switch after catching Freddie Hernandez for the murder of Stevie Maddens. The same murder George believes Marvin committed.

“I-I j-just.” I tried explaining. “He’s here because I had some questions about this case I’m working on?”

Clover looked from me to Mario and the men with squinted eyes but eventually stuck out his hand. “How are your sons?”

“Good.” Mario chuckled. “Marvin found himself a beautiful angel.”

“Is that so?” Clover frowned, unaware that this angel was the daughter of his former colleague.

“I heard Tiago is out of town.”

“Won’t you look at that?” A laugh escaped from between Mario’s lips. “It’s good to know you’re finally making use of those gigantic ears of yours.”

Clover let out an embarrassed laugh, knowing he couldn’t get to Mario. Clover and I felt the same, but unfortunately for me, that man was my dad.

“Just don’t knock him down.” Clover looked at me. “Lucas is one of the good ones.”

“Don’t worry. I’m behaving today.” Mario spoke. He pointed his finger at me. “I like this guy. He knows how to treat me with respect.”

The two men stayed behind as Mario followed me to my office. I made sure to shut the door behind me and looked at the man who had the nerve to call himself a father.

“Are you embarrassed?” Mario sat down in a chair. He had a bold personality and was not afraid of speaking his mind. It almost pained me to say that I recognized myself in him.

“Never.” I lied to his face. “I just don’t want people to ask me questions-because I don’t like answering them.”

“I see.”

“So, what are you doing here?”

“Am I not allowed to visit my son?”

I planted a grateful smile on my lips. “You’re always welcome,” I said. “Just wondering what you’re doing he-

“I’m here because I miss you.” Mario’s words surprised me. The most feared criminal in the city risked everything to come and see me at the station because he missed me.

“I enjoy your presence.” He continued. “You’re different from your siblings, and I like that about you.”

Sure.