Rafael Montefalco Story Novels & Stories

His forehead is deeply creased as he look at Raf's face closely who looks really stunned with his action. "Monteserio, what the fuck are you doing? Let him go." I said irritated. I tried to pry his hands on Raf's collar. I was successful but the bastard immediately surrounddd his right arm around my waist posessively, taking his own claim. I could see Raf's paleness but he stayed silent. Who wouldn't be afraid of this fool, anyway? With his bastard action awhile ago. I'm sure as hell that Raf's slightly traumatized. Tch.

Maybe he had urgent matters to discuss with Raffaele and their team about their new stores in the southern parts of Italy. "How's Rafa doing?" "Not great." "Oh." I bit on my finger. I hadn't met his best friend yet, but I knew Rafa also came from a wealthy Italian clan. The only things I knew about the guy: 1) he and Enzo have been best friends since high school 2) also a full-blooded Italian 3) he's Enzo's first ever business partner and started the pharmacy chain with him 4) and Rafa's kind of hiding from Leandro because of Alodia

Stefano says once he picks up “As expected, fucked up.” “Rafael is really out to get us, isn’t he?” Rafael is the don of one of the most powerful Mexican cartels in the world. He’s also the one causing problems for the Costanzo mafia. He has a beef with Thomas. “Yes,” Thomas sighs, running his hand through his hair. “You know this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't fucking banged his wife?”

He didn’t see me. And then he began. --- “Matteo Monteverde was not the man you all thought he was.” Gasps. Murmurs. A pause long enough to taste. Rafael’s voice was steady. Measured. A politician with a knife. “He was my cousin. My blood. And for years, I believed he stood by our family. That he fought for our legacy.” He shook his head slowly, eyes glassy with practiced grief. “But the truth is, Matteo betrayed us. He sold secrets. Made deals with our enemies. Chose love over loyalty. And in doing so, he chose death.”

EMBER’S POV Rafael Montenegro rises from our couch like he belongs there. Smooth and unhurried, all dark tailored elegance against Rayana’s champagne brightness, and his eyes find mine before he’s even fully standing. They scan me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle, tracking the exhaustion I can’t quite hide, the healing bruises peeking out from my collar, the particular kind of wrecked that comes from days of violence and very little sleep. Nonetheless, I haven’t quite forgotten the stunt he pulled at the Summit’s farewell gathering.

“That’s how they say it in the movies, right?" Rafael roars with laughter and covers his plate with cling wrap before he puts it in the microwave. “You don’t live in a movie, Maddie.” “Feels like it.” He smirks and rests his hands flat on the kitchen island, then leans forward. “We took care of a… problem.” “What kind of problem?” “The kind that decided it could harm my family and get away with it.” The shooters at the estate. Matteo Sforza. “Not Sforza,” Rafael says. “Guy is named Tommaso Romano. I just… asked him a few questions.”

Mon smirked, took a step back, and walked away. ….………… Rafael burst into the room and yanked a chair back. His chest rose and fell fast, fury written all over his face. “This isn’t over, Mon,” he said, barely holding back. “I will do anything to free her from you’’. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Rafaelo Montiel had once tried to disguise an attempted power grab as a partnership—a laughable lie that I had crushed before it could take root. His family had a long history of aligning themselves with powerful figures, only to bleed them dry and take over. He was patient. Calculating. A snake that waited for the right moment to strike. Felix De Luca, on the other hand, was nothing but a blunt instrument. He didn’t negotiate. He destroyed. If he was involved, then this wasn’t about business—it was a warning. I exhaled slowly, a deep sense of irritation settling in my chest. “How bad?”

Rafael Moretti had been many things in his life — a king, a criminal, a killer. But for the first time, he was ready to be something more. A husband. A father. A man worth the love she gave him so freely. He shoved his hands in his pockets, staring up at the stars. “I’m going to give her everything,” he said quietly. Dominic clapped a hand on his shoulder, the gesture heavy with unspoken loyalty. “You always do, boss,” he said. “You always do.” The next morning, Rafael left before the sun rose, slipping away from the house while Amara was still asleep upstairs, curled up like a dream he didn’t want to wake.

I gave an innocent shrug. “You silly woman.” He chuckled and I poked my tongue out at him. “There’s no way I could ever mess around with someone like her. Miciela is known for being a climber.” “A climber? The type who fucks her way to the top?” I asked, not expecting to hear that. “Yes. She thought she could use Rafaelle to get to me but he was only interested in fucking her. So he did, and left as soon as he was done with her.” Damiano explained.