Rafa Narcos Novels & Stories

It was harder than I thought. "Rafael is Noah Harerra. His parents were my foster parents, Ace and he is here to take his revenge because he thinks our parents tricked them and it was true but it's not our parents but our grandparents who betrayed Harerras and put all blame on them." I told him and narrated him everything I had known about Rafael so far. "Shit! I never imagined Grandma to step this low. She robbed a child's happiness and forced a young man to take his own life. It's horrible to even imagine but it doesn't mean that Rafael is innocent. He hurt you for someone else's sins." He said curtly.

His strong voice carried over the crowd. "Stop! Fucking stop!" Chest heaving, with fear that he might be too late, his vision cleared to what was before him. He saw a familiar Glock pointed at him. His gaze raised to the person holding the weapon. Dominic Vasily. Fucking hell! El Patrón felt like an idiot. "What the hell are you doing, Raf?" The tzar's angry expression turned to disbelief upon recognizing Rafael Montero, Mexico's infamous cartel leader. "You're fucking late. And quite the entrance, eh?"

"Damn. You really did your homework." "I need someone who knows how to cut the head off a snake," I said. "That’s you." He chuckled. "You sure you're not your father? Because this... this is savage." I met his gaze, steel for steel. "I’m nothing like him. That’s why I’ll win." Rafa downed the rest of his whiskey and nodded slowly. "Then let’s burn this city down." The deal with Rafa was the beginning of the end. Or maybe it was the beginning of something worse.

“Terrifying.” “You have no idea. That’s his little brother Ryder by the cooler, also former Navy, and if you catch him staring at anything through that kitchen window, it’s probably Lila. He hasn’t shut up about her in months, poor bastard just hasn’t worked up the nerve.” He tips his chin toward a tall man with dark, watchful eyes leaning against the porch rail. “Rafael Santos. NSA before this. His wife Liora’s out on tour right now, some kind of dance thing, so he’s been a little more broody than usual.” “You people collect acronyms like baseball cards.”

They never got themselves involved in the shady deals of the other cartels. Rafaela ensured that no one in the cartel ever got involved in any deals apart from the drugs and ammunition that they sold for ages. No human trafficking or illegal organ harvesting was allowed. She even took steps to end the drug-trafficking wing of the cartel. However, since her sickness kicked in, she never had the time to think about any such activities.

It was Nico. "Tell me you found him," I answered. "Not exactly. But he found you." Nico's voice was grim. "Rafael Newman is trending on social media. He went public an hour ago." "Public how?" "He held a press conference, and he's claiming you tried to have him killed. You murdered his brother Anthony, and you're a dangerous criminal who should be investigated." Nico paused. "It's getting people's attention, Isaiah. Major news outlets are picking it up."

“I can't do this anymore…” “What do you mean? What are you talking about?” Rafael had asked, confused. “This. The trafficking, the pimping, the organ harvesting” He replied. “I can't do it anymore. I want out.” Silence. Then a chuckle. “You’re joking,” Rafael said, leaning back. “No, Fra,” Dante said. His voice didn’t waver. “I’m dead serious.” Rafael sat up, frowning. “And what about the cartel deal? We’re not even halfway there.”

My breath left me slowly. "Rafael Belmont, Alpha of the North Crescent Pack, has stepped back into the public eye after five years of complete silence. Upon his return six months ago, he founded the Belmont Companies, growing its stock by three hundred and sixty percent. He is set to take the position of Alpha Chairman this month and will launch a new company this week." The anchor's voice faded into background noise. I hadn't thought about Rafael Belmont in years. I'd tried very hard not to. And yet here he was, filling the screen like he'd never left, like five years was nothing, like I hadn't spent the better part of my teenage years completely undone by the thought of him.

His gaze lingered for only a second. She shouldn’t matter, especially after what happened last night, when he didn’t have his full resolve, and yet…his jaw tightened. It all came clashing down, now he didn't know how to move past it. Working as both a financial mogul and cartel boss, Raf was good at predictions and making financial decisions. But last night he miscalculated everything and his resolve had failed him, something he knew he couldn't undo. **** The first time Raf had seen Mia was not at the office, not as Lucas sister. Before all that.

Rafe's POV I stop sleeping properly after Nicholas tells me my name. Not the one on my café name tag. Not the one the hospital gave me when they couldn’t find fingerprints or records or family. But the one that belongs to me. Rafael Vega. It doesn’t feel like a stranger’s name. That’s the worst part.