Rafa Narcos Novels & Stories

He's telling the truth, and it makes sense given the fact that Nero has tried to interrogate me about my family before. He smiles at me again. "I have to admit. That made me curious about you. From the first time we met, I could tell that there was something strange about you. I bet I won't have to try as hard to find out, though--" "RAFAEL!" Savina's voice rings out in the little cell. "Just leave her alone. She's a hostage, not a torture doll." Rafael glares murderously at her, but she just wedges herself in between us and stands her ground. She stares him down until the smirk gets completely wiped off his face. With one last look at me and Savina, he walks out, slamming the metal door beh

Alisha listened in silence, every word slotting into place, making the picture clearer. The puzzle was finally forming—pieces falling exactly where they belonged. “And we wanted power, so we helped,” Lucas and Harmis laughed in unison. Why wouldn’t they? From being worthless rogues, they had risen to Alpha and Beta. They had enjoyed that power for years. And after today, they would keep enjoying it—until death took them. Maya frozen, tears streaking her face, her eyes locked on Elk. Utter betrayal. The weight of suffering crushed her chest, making it hard to breathe.

That was the worst death he had seen I his entire life. Rafael looked at Nicklaus who for some reason had reached next to him. Rafael knelt down shaking like a wet puppy. He didn’t want to die like Gabriel and not like Noah. No those where the worst death. “Please spare me, I can be of use to you… don’t kill me…. I pledge my loyalty to you… please spare my life.” He begged crying hysterically like a kid. And Nicklaus just shook his head. “Noisy.” He said before walking away but stop abruptly.

He removed his sunglasses and slipped them into the collar of his shirt, leaving the two top buttons open. Rafael has become a model in several Luciano businesses after being invited to numerous television shows. The company's face smiled brightly as he waved to his sister-in-law. “Poppy! Where are you going? Do you want to eat lunch outside?” Rafael approached them and pushed Robin aside. Robin pushed him back harshly, which Sienna warned them about with her sharp gaze. “Why are you always bothering us?! Don't you have a lot of work?” Rafael is an intelligence agent, works at Luciano's company, and models. He is also a frequent guest star on television shows. However, he always finds time t

He locked eyes with Austen but he smiled at him as if he wasn't dying from his sluggishness. Rafael wrote a check and slid it across the desk towards Austen as he rushed to catch the piece of paper. As it fell he fell with it as if it was his love. He looked at it and his eyes shined with happiness. One of the thugs dropped a sachet of cocaine next to him. Rafael watched him, clearly disgusted. He rose and walked to Austen where he was on the floor tearing the sachet to get some into his system that'd cool his hyper self down.

“If you die, I’m not taking custody of your kid.” “You’re not even fourth on the list!” he shouted, disappearing behind the curtain. Rafael stood in the center of the room, puffing his cigar, then casually shot one of the balcony guys. “I’m starting to believe in karma. This is because I skipped Arabella’s birthday party, isn’t it?” I gave him a flat look. “Maybe it’s because you shot the Honduran cartel boss’s third cousin.” “Ah… details.” A small explosion echoed from the west wing. Dust shot out, pieces of the wall crumbled. Rafael ducked quickly, still laughing. “I like people who take revenge seriously.”

Ryan’s face relaxes slightly as he exhales through his nose. Rafa really does have a talent for sweet-talking. No—manipulating. Is this how he got to Ruth? His lips part to speak, as he hesitates—or at least acts like he does. “Alright…” he trails off. “I accept.” He murmurs like it costs him to say it. Rafa smiles broadly. “Delete the video right now.” “I will. In fact, you can watch me do it,” he says as he takes out the burner phone in his pocket. “Do the same. Delete everything you have against us,” he says, raising up his phone to show Ryan the screen.

Veronica asked to break off the lengthy silence, and mainly to distract herself from making up more terrifying scenarios in her head. "Getting treatment." Rafa kept staring blankly at the floor with his quite bulging arms loosely crossed below his chest. His dark button-down shirt and hiked up sleeves weren't doing much to conceal his impressive physique. "Do you know anyone named Alodia?" Alodia? She frowned at his question. "No. Why?" Without answering her, Rafa took out his phone and scrolled through some images. She inched closer to him, actually growing curious. "Who's Alodia?" she muttered.

“You are Rafael Sterling. Your father and mother were Tristan and Nayla.” “Do you remember you killed them right in front of me and my sister twenty years ago? You promised to come after us when we were old. I waited for you all these years, and now look at you.” “I was doing my job.” He coughed. “I’m not the one who wanted your parents dead.” “Please, Rafael, forgive him for my sake,” Narra begged in tears as she knelt before me. “For your sake?” I laughed. “That’s funny, Narra. Unlike my sister and me, you grew up with both parents.”