His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 366

Chapter 366

Vincenzo

“Great, now I have to look for a tutor,” I mumbled, dragging my feet to Luis’ room.

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I found myself in front of a closed door. “Luis, we need to talk!” I knocked but got no answer in return.

“Lu-

“Don’t.” My brother yelled back. “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear your apology.”

Where was Nic when you needed him? The same prick who had been so busy saying goodbye to friends was the only one who could handle Luis’ problematic behavior.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Just tell me how I can fix it. “I tried getting ari’answer. “Come on. let’s talk about it!”

“I don’t want to talk because you don’t know how to talk-you only know how to yell,” Luis called back. “You can come and talk to me when I feel like talking to you.”

Although I wasn’t the only one at fault, I felt terrible for what I had done and wanted to put it behind us so we could find a solution.m

Luis changed a lot, and I wondered when I began losing control over him. Was it because I was not strict enough? Because I kept myself busy with women and parties instead of my brother?

“I’ll make it up to you.” I sighed. “I promise.”

“Good!” Luis snarled. “You can start by not camping in front of my door!” He said. “And get me something to cat…maybe?”

To end our feud, I called every bakery in the area, hoping to find Luis’ favorite pastry.

As expected, they were all sold out in all but one bakery, and I placed an order to pick them up straight

away.

Not even ten minutes later-I walked the streets of the rundown neighborhood. The city had always been noticeably divided, and it felt awful.

The thick graffiti on the walls, broken windows, and poorly built houses contrasted with my perfectly white suit.

It was an area where many acquaintances recruited the younger boys trying to make a living, but I was heavily against it.

Not because I cared so much for their education, but because the late Fabio Garcia had planted in my head that they were not trustworthy, immature, and easily persuaded by the authorities.

The Morales shared different values and didn’t care where they got people from, as long as they did their jobs-and that was something I could already tell we were going to butt heads on.

As I entered the bakery, my arrival was announced by the sound of a bell. Immediately the two faces

behind the counter turned to me.

“Welcome-can I help you?” One of the women asked while the one beside her had lowered her head. Work was a terrible thing, to who would blame her?

I smiled as the woman grew a blush on her cheeks, pushing her strands of jet-black hair behind her ears. “I-I mean, a-are you in the right place?’

It must’ve been the suit.

“Yes, I am,” I spoke in a friendly tone. “Pick up for Vincenzo Garcia-”

“Garcia?” The other woman looked up, glaring at me. The stare in her light-brown eyes was anything but friendly, but her beauty left me speechless.

I chuckled, looking back and forth between the two women who almost seemed identical, figuring they must’ve been sisters. One was friendly and welcoming, and the other fearless and intimidating.

“Do you know Vincenzo Garcia?” The one with the attitude asked, placing her hand on her hip.

My name wasn’t unknown around here. Some made me out to be a monster; others claimed that despite being a carbon copy of that man-I was nothing like my late father.

This one had most likely heard great things about me and wished for an introduction.

I grew a proud smile on my lips and straightened my suit. “Well, yes, I’ve heard of him.” I played along.

“Okay.” The woman grabbed a cake from the display, smirking. “In that case.” She raised the dessert. “You can tell him to kiss this ass.”