Novel & Cerita Rafa Narcos

"Okay, I will keep you updated," Rafael thanked him and ended the call, him and Aron agreed that it would be better if they stayed together, so he told Aron to drive them to his penthouse, it was closest to the mansion, he also spoke with Nicole's parents and they told him to keep them updated and they will do the same when they finally arrived at the penthouse, he was so exhausted and the drug he took was fighting and winning, he wished there was more he could do for his woman and her sister, but there was nothing he could do than wait, the people who he was working with were good at their job so he could only trust on them to get them back, he left Aron in the living room after trying so h

“And your conditions?” Rafael turned slightly, already preparing to leave mentally, even if his body stayed still. “I work alone,” he said. “Or with people I choose.” A beat. “And I don’t take orders.” The Secretary studied him carefully. “That’s acceptable,” he finally said. Rafael gave a faint, almost humorless smile. “Good.” Then his tone sharpened slightly. “Because whoever framed us…” His eyes darkened. “…is going to regret choosing De Luna as their target.”

Moreover, I can't trust anyone in this world. "I'm Warren Christ Yiffer and my wifey, Rafaelia Yiesha Moreal, you?" he asked with joy in his eyes. "R-rafaelia Moreal?" I asked in shock. It's impossible, that girl... Of all the people she is, I can never forgive them! My memories of what happened in those days began to return. "Yesh! She's super duper beautiful, strong and kind. I love her so much!" he was happy with the story. I clenched my fist. Kind? Kind my ass, they ruined my life!

I hated him for that more than anything. Rafael guided me into the back of a car as my vision blurred. His voice was low and steady as he spoke into the radio. He told them to secure the perimeter, pull back the remaining teams, and disappear before the city woke curious. The cartel didn’t mourn loudly, and neither did the mafia, but this loss ripped through both like shrapnel. Power didn’t vanish quietly; it bled.

Rafa glared at me with disdain and Pedro rolled his eyes. - “She won't do it. - Ridiculous! said Pedro, serving me one of his pancakes that almost made me change my mood. -No, I won't; that would mean having to go back to our parents' house, and it would be shameful for me to give them expenses again when they are so proud of their daughters' independence in the capital, when in fact, only one of us brings real pride; Rafa has a good job and goes to college and I have a shitty job where I work for two and earn half the salary of one... to make up for it my hair is falling out and I'm gaining more and more weight and that is certainly from all the stress and I don't even have money to see a p

"Hello its kartz speaking" "Hey its me Benette" I said "Oh hey Janis, what's up" he said. "Right now is sky I don't know about future" I said cringing at my stupid joke. "Great!" He laughed. "So where can I meet you?" I said "Lia café" he said. "Okay meet you at four" I said "Okay" he said and hung up. I played Savage love by Jason derulo and BTS. "Savage love did somebody did somebody break your heart" I sang

her voice wavered, "who are you?" Rafael felt like his footing crumbled beneath him. Cheryl's question brought him back to a painful reality he had kept hidden for so long. Rafael took a slow breath, moving his shoulders which felt heavy as if he had just carried hundreds of kilograms of weight. "I am Rafael Frederich Wagner, the highest leader of the Wagner clan. The head of an international mafia clan." Rafael paused briefly to observe the shock in Cheryl's eyes. In his heart, he chuckled wistfully, laughing at his own fucking fate.

The priest urge Camila to repeat the same and she did. “By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Rafael lifted the veil, but his smile vanished at the sight of the unfamiliar face. “Who are you?” he demanded, his voice laced with anger. “Where is Camila?” Suddenly, the doors burst open, and armed police officers stormed in. “Rafael Marcus, you are under arrest for the trafficking of illegal substances, theft, and conspiracy. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” an officer announced.

My body moved forward, but my heart… my heart had been rotting in a coffin for seventy-two hours. The bar reeked of smoke, blood, and testosterone. And as soon as I took my first step inside, every man in the room looked up, their confusion morphing into something sharp and wary. These were the men of Rafael– the gang which was Nico's biggest enemy right now. I had just walked into a den full of Emilio's wolves. A guy with a jaw like a pit bull sneered. “Shouldn’t you be crying in church, principessa?” “She’s in mourning, sure… but clearly not in hiding.”

"I want you to complete the work by tonight," Raf said to the caller on the other side and disconnected the call. "Keep the things in the car," Raf said to his man and walked toward his car outside one mall. He, who was checking his mobile, halted when he felt a presence on his left side. However, without turning his face toward the person, he stepped forward. "Soren," Raf clenched the cell phone tightly and took a deep breath to compose himself. "It's Rafael Blackthorn only," Raf said and took a step further.