Novel & Cerita Rafa Narcos

"He broke the code. The son of a bitch actually did it." RAyNe stood slowly from the floor, Nirvana trembling in his arms, her face streaked with tears and anguish. The hallway reeked of gunpowder and iron, the floorboards shivering beneath their weight as the sound of approaching footsteps thundered from the far end of the estate. Gianni stepped in first, his face blood-smeared, eyes wild. He shoved the iPad into RAyNe's hand. "It wasn’t a rogue hit. It was Don Marco Sandoval. He’s here. He brought everyone."

she shrugged. Scarlett and Luca let out a chuckle, while Talia just shook her head smiling. "So, are we detonating?" Scarlett asked. "Sí" Scarlett and Kaycee both pulled out their phones and pressed a button that would send a signal to the bombs, telling them to blow up. And just like that, Alexai's Detroit branch and half of his Mafia... were eradicated. ~***~ Talia's POV: Today had been a long ass day. Luca and Angelo said they would watch Maximal until we arrived back in New York, although he wasn't waking up any time soon, the sedative I gave him is used in surgeries.

These were some of the fiercest men, and I was lucky to have them at my back. “I already heard that fucker talk about his sick business with the Colombians,” Nico spat out. “Raphael has a good poker face.” “Perfect,” I muttered. I had set the trap with the help of the Colombians. Raphael Santos was my friend, too, and he recently came into ruling Florida after his father and eldest brother were killed. Lombardo Santos and his eldest son Vincent worked with the Romanos and with Cassio and Luca’s father Benito King in trafficking. Raphael was against trafficking women, so it worked out that Vasili Nikolaev’s brother, Sasha, killed Raphael’s eldest brother and father. Clean sniper shot to the b

Rafaello opens the door, poking his head in. "Boss, the car is ready for you both" Rafaello says totally ignoring the fact that Nico had me pinned to the wardrobe with my hands above my head. My cheeks flush in embarrassment. I wonder what he must be thinking. "What about them?" Nico asks and I instantly know the 'them' he is referring to. The mafia men that came earlier "It's done Sir. They are on a flight back to their country" Rafaello answers and Nico nods at him. That was fast.

“I don't want to jump to conclusions, boss, but the payment came from a Calabrian shell company. Whoever ordered the ambush knew how to butt their trail deep.” Rafa’s tone went flat. “How deep?” “Deep enough that it would take weeks to untangle.” Rafa pushed away from the desk and stood. “You have four days.” Kane frowned but nodded and left the room. After Kane left, Rafa poured himself a drink and leaned against the edge of the desk. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. I just leaned back in my chair, watching him. “Rafa,” I said softly. “Do you think your uncle was the one who ordered the hit?”

Renia's POV. "I don't think he is going to take my bait," I said. I was on the phone with Hugo. We were on FaceTime and I have narrated what happened this morning to him. It was already midnight and I haven't seen nor heard from Raphael yet and I am convinced that he was going to call my bluff.

He turned his head and saw a shadow move past the hallway. His father stood suddenly, his chair scraping against the floor. “Take Noah. Go to the bedroom. Lock the door,” Rafael whispered. Jace obeyed. From the crack in the bedroom door, he saw them—two men in black. One bald and massive, with a thick scar running from his eye to his cheek. The other, leaner, holding a silenced gun. Rafael stood between them and Marisol. “You don’t have to do this,” he said, hands raised.

“You really think I’d let this moment pass without a little drama? A little suspense?” He chuckled. “I had to blow up Ricardo. It’s poetic, don’t you think?” My eyes widened. “No. No, no, no… you promised!” I thrashed against the chains. “You said if I signed, you’d stop it… you said!” Rafael walked casually to a nearby chair and sat down, his legs crossed like he was watching a show. The tablet sat on the table beside him, the timer still counting down. 00:19… 00:18…

Vlad rips the cloak off the boy and looks at him as he rubs his painful ass from the impact on the floor. Rafa's eyes were as red as his face. It was clear he had been crying all night, but thank the gods, he was alive. - You are an idiot. – said Rafa at the height of his lungs. – you don’t want me here, and you won’t let me leave. You sent me away, but you bought me a bed. You say you're not my servant, but leave blood in the fridge for me. You buy me clothes, but you kick me out of your room. What do you want from me? I feel confused as hell by you. I failed the gods and you. I already admitted it. I have already asked the gods for forgiveness, and now it is up to them to decide my fate. –