Rafael Montefalco Story Novels & Stories

One day during the last three of the five years that they intended to try for a last time, they went together to the church and being inspired by the story of Samuel and Hannah in the Bible, they made a vow that if God gave them a child they would return him or her back to him. They vowed their son into priesthood and their daughter into nun hood. Few months later, Franca conceived and Eunice was born. They were elated and saw her as their miracle child. The also had one more child ; Eunice’s younger brother that they named Raphael but they doted on Eunice and have her all the love in the world but also tried their best to raise her in the ways of the church. But Eunice wasn’t buying into th

Who stood at the altar beside Bianca and promised loyalty. There he was—selling her secrets to a contact in Zurich. Coordinates. Names. Even Mateo’s status. “I’ll make sure she’s vulnerable,” he said on the tape. “The wedding will be the best time to strike.” Her hand curled into a fist. Rafael. Of all people. He’d stood beside her since Morocco. Fought at her side in Florence. Bled for her during the Nero siege. She thought he was family. She thought wrong. By midnight, Rafael was in chains.

Joel predicted to Joyce. I was just blown away by the topic Joel started. It seems that they will tease and tease me again now. "Who?" Joyce interrupted. "Roswell Dylan Montefalco. As in, the one and only Montefalco!" Joel screamed. I'm just tired. Joel really emphasized my boss's name! "Really? Wow! As in wow!" Joyce's eyes widened as she looked at me. I just scratched my forehead. This will throw me a lot of questions for sure. That's why I don't tell them anything because they react too much.

Alessia’s POV Monaco sparkled like gold. But, you know, gold can be melted. And I was here to bring the heat. Rafael Ardovini wasn’t just some name on Elena’s list. He was a fixer, the type of guy who turned chaos into cash, secrets into trade, and kids into pawns. He’d vanished years back—people thought he was dead. But Elena had written two words next to his name in pencil: “Regrets everything.”

Antoine frowned. "Has she regained consciousness?" "Not yet. What's your location?" Could he trust this man to do the job? He had no choice. "Here's my address." _________________ Mexican Cartel Rafael Montero One driving force had kept him sane all these years. Revenge. He lived and breathed for that one purpose. Kill Antoine Lemonte. Kill all those involved in the Montero massacre. Rafael's heart and soul had long deserted him. After today, he no longer cared if he'd live or die. He had served his purpose. He would happily join his family in peace.

Rafa didn't look up from his own paperwork. “Ethan Hale is a perfectly fine name.” “For a middle-aged worker,” I muttered. “I look like someone who steals USB drives, not hearts.” “You do steal hearts, literally,” he said flatly. “And also increase blood pressure.” I flicked the ID at him. “Okay, Mr. Rafael De Luca.” He held up his own card. “My name is Miguel Rivera now.” I blinked, then laughed. “You do not look like a Miguel.” Rafa glared at me. “What's that supposed to mean?”

One blond, the other, his nemesis with dark brown hair. Oh, yes. He would remember that face anywhere. They would never know he was there that fateful night. He was watching, jerking at the sight of his brother and men raping the women. Never left until everyone was dead. Well, not everyone. Rafael Montero. And El Patrón was in London pursuing the mafia slut. Lemonte smirked. Talk about killing two fucking birds with one stone. *** Masquerading as a sweeper, he took notes of the people coming and going at the building.

said Rafaelo, glancing at Simon. Rafaelo turned around and began walking. Luna tried to take Simon out of her arm and followed Rafaelo. Luna blocked her body in front of Rafaelo. “I have one question for you,” said Luna. Rafaelo looked at her. His face was grave, waiting for Luna to speak. “Why have you killed my parents?” said Luna. Rafaelo frowned. “Your parents?” Rafaelo asked “Police Inspector Adriano Montes,” said Luna. Rafaelo was shocked. “Are you Adriano Monte’s daughter?” asked Rafaelo.

, the man said and hung up the phone. Rafael's thoughts after that phone call were : " I have to find out the person who diverted this f*cking shipments and that no matter what it will cost me " The man that Rafael called earlier is his godfather, Ramon Agulla or his padrino in Spanish. Rafael's father, Jorge Herrera was the right hand of Don Ramon and also his confidant, he knew all his little secrets. Don Ramon raised dRafael as his own son when he lost his parents and he was only 10 years old and Rafael took over his business many years later.

As I set the phone down, my mind drifted back to three years ago when I met Rafael for the first time. Mafias from the North and South gathered in Montrava to negotiate, and I was there as the Northern financial advisor. When Rafael burst in with his Southern men, all the bodyguards drew guns. He walked straight to me, dropped to one knee under their watchful stares, and pressed a golden revolver into my hands. Looking up at me, his emerald-green eyes were alight with a love-at-first-sight awe. "Gianna Rossetti, there's a bullet in here. If I ever cheat on you, use it."