Raphael immediately went rigid. Standing on the spot and staring face to face at his mother who he hadn't seen for more than fifteen years got him as rigid as a statue. Nicole watched the scenery unfold, anxiety eating her up. She knew fully well Raphael hated his mother and she never thought she would actually get to meet his mother.Hell she hadn't even met his father yet! Nicole had her eyes focused at Raphael before darting it to the teary orbs of Raphael's mother, Maya.Raphael really took after his mother in facial features.He was her exact replica. Same blue orbs, full eyebrows and long lashes, dark, long raven locks cascading over their shoulders and their peach lips. But Nicole noticed something else; she looked frail and sickly. Her blue eyes were dull and her eyebags were fully out. Dark spots could be spotted carving its markings all around her face.Her peach lips seemed dried and stains of blood tainted her blue shirt."Raphael" she faintly whispered breaking the

The spacious, dim burgundi lit regal hall was expensively furnished to match the affluent lifestyle of the elites in it.Beautifully ornate round tables with scented candles placed on them formed a pattern in the hall. A mini fountain stood in the centre of the grand, monarchical hall. It was sprouting crystal clear water with speckles of gold shining in them.The walls and pillars were adorned with green, pink, purple and white hyacinth flowers whilst the table had gardenia flowers littered on them. The flowers filled the entire hall with their beautiful, enthralling scent. A monogram of the bride and grooms name was inscripted into the floors of the halls while live instrumentalist played at the centre of the hall. From the richly expressed decor to the expensive furnished decorations to waiters serving exquisite delectable cuisines; the entire ornamentation was superb. Nicole stared dewy-eyed the moment she stepped into the reception of Francesca's wedding. Every thing l

NICOLEI froze. My heart sank to my knees, racing for its summit with the tremor in my body rising to its peak. My own husband just freaking pointed a gun at me.My hands instinctively dropped, the gun lowering with my gaze diverting to Raphael's neutral look.No sign of regret or concern.Am I dreaming?I want to be woken up because what the hell is happening right now!?"Raphael..." my horror-striken voice came out as a whisper.Nobody had the guts to interfere. It was a man and his wife. I felt like the entire hospital was void of any other being apart from I and Raphael.My world came to an abrupt halt as Raphael tightened his hold on his gun. Would he really do this?"I'm just trying to help you...." I whispered.Tears pooled in my eyes and trickled softly down my cheeks.From the corners of my eyes, I could see a wry smile forming on Michael's face.That fucking liar!"You live me no choice my love" Raphael gravely uttered.Suddenly I felt the kick of a boot on my hand making

RAPHAEL I pulled my car across the street facing a bungalow in one of the suburbs of Cuba. I pushed open the doors of my car and watched my capos stride over to me.They had already arrived before me, surrounding the entire vicinity.I leaned against my car, making sure my gun was perfectly placed in my pants."Raphael, Estaban is in there with a woman" Dante informed me as he walked over with Thomas, Lorenzo, Luca and Marco."Luca, Marco, I need briefing on the Mexican politicians. But for now let's take care of this motherfucker" I walked over to the windows with my men. Glancing through the partly pulled apart curtains, I spotted Estaban on the sofa with a red haired.She was naked before him, sitting directly on his cock and riding him off. His grunts were low but audible enough as she bounced on him, throwing her head back whilst he gripped on to her ass and thrusted his hips upwards. I gave one of my underbosses the signal and he at once kicked open the door, we all rushin

NICOLE My restive eyes were situated on the road, my hands gripped onto the steering wheel of my car.It's been a week since my husband left for Mexico. Whenever I thought of the way he spoke to me before leaving, the emotion his words carried and how he stared intently at me; it always left me feeling teary. I was now living my life on the hope of seeing my husband again. I prayed daily that he would come back for me. I don't want him to die neither do I want to be forced to go on an exile mission as a result of Raphael's enemies coming to look for me.Where the fuck are all these enemies coming from? I never envisioned my married life to be this chaotic. Why does it feel like everyone is literally trying to kill I and my husband. My mind drifted off to Maya with a lone tear trickling down my cheek.She was such a brave woman. She didn't fear death even when she saw it coming.And yet no one believed her. I have this ominous feeling of something very bad happening. I feel