Rafa Narcos Novels & Stories

Not a conversation. A reckoning. “You sure about this?” Nico finally asked, voice low. “No,” I said, and meant it. He gave me a look in the rearview mirror, then turned off the engine. We walked the rest of the way. The abandoned warehouse stood like a beast’s carcass—stripped, skeletal, looming. Inside, only one overhead bulb flickered above a steel table, two chairs waiting like vultures. He was already there. Rafael Aragon. Wearing black gloves, sipping from a paper cup like he wasn’t the one who had just pulled strings that nearly ended my entire bloodline.

Rafael was on a beautiful but high peak; his people were standing behind him, and he was comfortably standing on the edge and smoking a cigarette. Suddenly, a car came there, and his men took out a bloody, naked man from the trunk of the car. A plastic bag was tied over his face, but he was alive. With his signal, his men removed the plastic from the man's mouth, and it was none other than Andrew Wood. “What nice weather to die in, isn’t it?” Rafael said calmly, smiling.

Ace… “What do you have for me?” I asked Richard as we pulled away. “I found out that Raffael is working with the Russian drug lord, Igor Volkov. He has a club not too far away. Raffael gets him the girls, and Igor gives him drugs in return.” Interesting. I know Igor Volkov. Time to visit him. An hour later, we arrived at the club. Richard and Daniel walked beside me into the place. A few men and women stared at us as we made our way inside. I recognized a few of the faces. All of them are bastards that don't deserve to fucking live.

I was looking at Reign Rafe, the Don of Rafe Cartel. Rio’s Father.

After her release from prison, Anastasia Knight left HavenHill Central for good. Rafael, diagnosed with renal failure three years into his prison sentence, passed away without ever having the chance to see his children again. THE END.

Luca said smirking. “Rafael have you found anyone?” I said ignoring Luca's outburst. “No” “Why don't you go round and see who you can get it on with” Luca said irritating me. “You could use your captor” Rafael said from nowhere “She's pretty decent if you ask me and besides she doesn't have an history with this mafia” He said finally looking at me. “I was thinking the same thing" i said. I was always one step ahead. I had thought about it before coming here, i just wanted to know what their thoughts were on it.

he asked, but I could already hear the tension in his voice. I didn’t waste time. “I need you to track a number.” There was a pause. “Whose?” I clenched my jaw. “Noah’s.” Silence. Then Rafael cursed under his breath. “You’re shitting me.” “I wish I was,” I muttered. “He messaged me out of nowhere, saying he wants to meet and that he’s sorry. I need to know if this is real.” “Send me the number,” Rafael said immediately. “I’ll have my men trace the location.”

She was the seeker of truth, the weaver of narratives. Rafael "Raf" Solis, a charismatic and quick-witted Logistics and Procurement Specialist, was the team’s fixer. In his mid-thirties, Raf could acquire anything, transport anything, and make anything disappear. He had a vast network of contacts in every corner of Wisteria’s underworld, and his loyalty was to Baron Vance, who had always treated him with respect, even when their paths diverged. He was the master of the impossible, the man who made things happen.

“Thank you, sir.” Rafael didn’t argue. He slipped back into his car and drove off without another glance. Celia stared after him, something unsettled twisting inside her. “He seriously just left?” Nico scoffed. “You wanted him to beg us to get in?” She hesitated. “Maybe.” Nico just laughed, shaking his head as they made their way back inside.

Silence pressed heavy between them until Rafa’s voice dropped into a quieter, more personal tone. “I wasn’t always this man you see,” he began, eyes distant as if recalling a past too painful to hold close. “Once, I believed in the Creed’s cause—believed their vision of order and strength. But the deeper I dug, the more I saw. The cruelty masked by rituals, the sacrifices hidden from the world. When I tried to expose them… they hunted me. Branded me a heretic. I lost everything. Now, I chase knowledge to undo what they’ve done. Or at least, to survive.” Eolan felt the shadow pulse at his feet, responding to Rafa’s confession as if it recognized a kindred darkness.