Hantu Rafa 소설 & 이야기

MATTEO’S POV My little butterfly is playing games with me. One thing about me, I like to hyper fixate a lot. Right now, there is something intriguing about her, as if she wants to be seen, heard, listened too. As I walk into Motarrio club, I spot Rafe at the bar, his tongue deep down a lady’s throat. I roll my eyes as I glance around and find Dante, his eyes lifting from his phone and seeing the look on my face.

Aisha POV: Roma was tensed her, she had horrified expression on her face when…. I went closer to her and roughly pulled her left hand up to show her mother and Ravan the same tattoo that was there in Video however before I could utter any further word the very next thing I saw was Roma lying on floor while blood oozing out from corner of her lip while Ravan was standing tall in front of her small frame with nothing but murderous look in his eyes “Why…?” I heard his dangerous voice “WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THIS ROMA…. SHE WAS YOU SISITER… YOU REAL SISTER… AND YO… YOU…. YOU WAS WATCHING GET GANG RAPED AND MURDERED BY THOSE MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD… WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THAT?” he growled monstrously o

Rafa didn't look up from his own paperwork. “Ethan Hale is a perfectly fine name.” “For a middle-aged worker,” I muttered. “I look like someone who steals USB drives, not hearts.” “You do steal hearts, literally,” he said flatly. “And also increase blood pressure.” I flicked the ID at him. “Okay, Mr. Rafael De Luca.” He held up his own card. “My name is Miguel Rivera now.” I blinked, then laughed. “You do not look like a Miguel.” Rafa glared at me. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“To make Hector swallow that lie, I had to exaggerate a little. Otherwise, he would’ve sensed the truth.” The man standing there was Rafael. “I heard every single word,” Raf said coldly. “And honestly, Darren, for a moment I really thought of ripping you apart for talking about my mate like that.” Darren stopped in front of him and raised both hands in mock surrender. “Easy, Supreme King. I knew you’d be listening. That’s why I made it convincing enough to satisfy Hector and irritating enough to get under your skin.” Raf’s eyes glowed faintly. “You crossed a line when you spoke about Saraya,” he warned.

He said nothing until he had to, and then he said it like a man reading a grocery list. Rafa, tall, dark, in his mid forties, Spanish former Legion. He had a face like weathered leather, and carried it his calm and mean like a loaded weapon. He never asked why. He asked where and when. Katerina, who drove better than any guy I’d ever paid for driving. She had a long scar on her forearm and a small crucifix tattooed behind her cute ear. She was the only one in the room who could look at me like I wasn’t a mythical creature.

Alex stop walking as he seems to be scanning the whole area. Rafa continued walking steadily but slowly, Something seem to catch his attention as he looked up, looking at a Red colored bird, but then he became self-conscious when he heard a loud cursing. “Oh shit, Fuck” he just bumped into a man, who was holding a bottle of water and the water splashed on the man's shirt. Rafa glared at the man he just bumped into. Alex looked at him, expecting him to say something, but Rafa didn't look like he wanted to.

Caleb snapped. "Then fix your mother! Fuck!" Rafa yelled, running his hand through his hair in frustration. "She has become the very bane of my existence!" He shouted in desperation and Caleb flinched slightly but otherwise stayed silent. His eyes were glazed with unshed tears, still refusing to look up at his mate. He was trembling now, unable to hold himself together any longer. Rafa took one deep breath to calm his own emotions before continuing, "Caleb Xiher Kade..." He started calmly once again, and Caleb flinched at hearing his name.

Stand there, we're leaving before 7 O'clock pm Sychiee" Rafa said and looked at his bag. "Your noise! ​​You've been talking there before!" Annoyed I told him. I'm watching Tv. I sat on the couch with my back leaning back. I ignored him even though he had been word for word before because it annoyed me. I don't know anything, especially since what I'm watching is good, so I don't want to be disturbed. "You know Sychiee?" he said again and approached me. "What?" I didn't want to say anything. "You are ugly!" He shouted and then ran to his room. Annoyed, I frowned as I stood up and followed him into the bedroom. The door was closed so I tried to slam it. "Will you open it or will I open it myse