Rafael Solano Novels & Stories

he roared after closing the door, and I leaned back, feeling my heart racing. “I don’t want your food. What’s the problem with that? If you don’t want me to kill myself with hunger in your house, then let me go. I don’t want to be here anyway, and I don’t want food cooked in your house.” I folded my arms across my chest and pretended his presence wasn’t intimidating me. Rafael was a feared man in Los Angeles. Everyone knew the people he killed and his history in the mafia world. So, when my sister was engaged to him, I thought she knew what she was getting herself into and didn’t want to ask questions about them.

Alpha Stefano said, his tone cold as he spoke to his friend. “I am sure that I can see her holding the bottle well enough,” he said, smirking at me. “I am willing to pay a thousand for fifteen minutes in a room with her.” He got up before the Alpha could answer, and I watched as he walked toward me. Alpha Stefano stayed on his seat, silently letting him know that he was impressed with his offer. However, I was not.

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?”

Stefani said before leaving. Club Solara was nothing I had ever seen. The place was bigger and more refined than mine. For years I had been in charge of the Santoro family. No one in the Italian Mafia had dared to go against me. My gaze landed on Rafael as he entered. A small smile formed on his face the moment he saw me. “Rafael Riccardi. I can't believe you were also invited.” I said as I walked up to him holding back a smile. “ Enzo Santoro. I thought you'd be too busy with your crazy wife to attend.” Rafael said.

She pointed that out to Rafaelo. Rafaelo chuckled. “You know that doesn’t affect me, but you’re still doing it. You’re just wearing yourself out, lady!” he said. Rafaelo seems different. He is decent, with a clean haircut, a simple T-shirt, and jeans. If they didn’t know who he was, they’d think he was Seth’s buddy. Simon couldn’t let go of Rafaelo with his eyes. Helena’s beautiful smile flashed back into his mind. “Impossible,” said Simon quietly.

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

I backed away until my legs hit the edge of the bed. "What kind of arrangement?" Rafael moved to the window, pulling back the curtain to gaze out at the grounds. The evening moon cast half his face in shadow, making him look more dangerous than usual. "Dante Moreau is many things," he said, his voice deceptively calm. "But above all, he's a businessman. And when faced with losing everything..." He turned to me, his eyes cold. "Even he knows when to make a deal." "Stop talking in riddles," I snapped. My patience had evaporated. "Tell me what's happening."

"Kinda. How do you know?" "I've been here three years in a row, never seen you before. Who'd you come with? I bet is Rosario!" "Who?" Shola felt a little relaxed. Now she was talking to someone. "Who's Rosario?" "Santiago Rosario! I thought so because he's kind of fetish for brown skin." "Don't know him sorry. But I'm here with Solano." Rittley fell silent for a couple of seconds there. Her facial expression unreadable,

I said then grabbed the book from her. “Ah, you’re so sweet best friend!! By the way, have you seen Raffy already?” she suddenly asked while looking around. I clasped her books tightly as I roamed my eyes. “Huh? I haven’t seen him yet but I think he’s already inside our classroom by now.” “Yeah right. He’s such an early bird.” I nodded in agreement. “Uhm. He’s really a hard-working one. Rafael Fordano is our friend too. He is a son of a well-known CEO of one of the high-grossing companies.