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He sunk down into the leather couch, stared blindly at the flat screen TV, his mind wandering unconsciously to the worst hour of his life. Rafe had left the office right after Talia and Carrie had, and drove straight to the estate. He brought his Ferrari to a screeching halt in the reception driveway and quickly jumped out of the car. Anticipating his mother running interference, he took the path at the side of the house to the pool house. He had only a few minutes to catch his brother unawares. Renaldo had a habit of paying the servants to alert him of Rafe’s arrival in the aftermath of one of his messes. But he wouldn’t be so lucky to make his escape now. Rafe caught him by the pool, a tow

Rafa was 13 years old then, almost the same age as Jamie, and ever since then, the two have been inseparable friends. Jamie told Rafa almost everything, except for one. The one thing that he had to keep from him was about Emma‘s identity. Jamie didn’t know how Rafa would react to that, since he shared equal hatred towards rhe rogues. It was the rogues that killed his parents and almost took his life too. If he knew of Emma’s past and her identity, he might go to his father.

Killian took out his phone from his pocket. "Killian," I murmured his name as a warning not to try to piss Rafe off. "Is there something you want, my love?" Killian shifted his focus to me. "No, not at all, go ahead." "Miserable huh?" Rafe asked with a raising eyebrow. "Anyways, you're right after all. My email is RafeOrton99 at g***l.com. Send it straight to my P****l." Some minutes later with Killian on his phone tapping and clicking, a notification sound was heard from...that should be Rafe's phone.

“You haven’t been…yourself today.” Rafe glances to the side to see his mother looking at him curiously. His dad stands on Ella’s other side, listening but pretending he is not. Rafe smirks even as he sighs, appreciating their concern, even if he’s not ready to tell anyone at all what he discovered. After all, Maryam herself doesn’t know. He watched her all day for some sort of sign, but she either ignored him or treated him with disdain. But how could she know? She doesn’t have a wolf.

The blood was still warm. “He left not long ago.” Right then, Rafa’s phone buzzed. He answered quickly and listened for a few seconds, then his entire expression shifted. “What?” I asked. “The cameras,” he said. “They caught him leaving.” “And?” “He wasn't running,” Rafa swallowed, his voice hoarse with rage. “He strolled out of the building like he owned the place, right through the blind spots he shouldn't have known existed.” Of course, he knew. He was planted here.

I almost jumped out of the chair, but I immediately opened it and I knew I’d hit the jackpot. Rafe’s profile was mostly shirtless gym pics, most likely to impress his nonexistent fangirls. I made a mental note to use that against him once I got close to the DeLucas. But for now, I was more interested in the man who kept popping up in the background of his pictures. Adrian.

Rafe nervously stepped up to the door of Mr Jones Vones' house. His parents had told him the tales of Mr Jones Vones. The man's wealth and power, but he had not expected the heavy door before him to be guarded by a man with a gun. Rafe remembered that day like it was yesterday. He had been so scared and confused as he and his family stumbled into the city of Cayton. He was just fifteen years of age. Previously, his friends had told him. He had been warned of the dangers of the city, but the sight of the guards of Mr Jones' grandfather, Mr Cayton, had been the most frightening of all. He had been so hungry and exhausted, but he had never expected to be arrested.

“I’m holding up fine. How are you?” “I’m good.” “Have you seen the news?” “Yes, that’s why I called. How are you feeling Cammy?” “I don’t know. Everything’s a mess. What are they saying about me?” “It’s best you don’t know. Stay off it if you can. It’ll only make you feel worse.” I sighed. “Raffael’s accusing me of stalking her and going to meet her to cause trouble.” “It’s obvious he’s brainwashed by her. Don’t think too much about it. Get some sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow. I love you.”

"But he's here. And he's real. And Cael asked us to watch out for his family." Dominic was quiet for a long moment. Then, with the controlled emotion of a man who has decided that managing things is not, in this instance, the right response: "Yes. He did." Rafe appeared in the doorway at the end of the second hour, and the expression on his face was the most open thing I had ever seen from him—raw, moved, badly controlled, and not trying to be otherwise. He looked at Dominic for a long moment. "He looks like him," Rafe said. Just that.