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Rafe walked unsteadily up the stairs one by one to the second floor of his mansion. He finally came back to this place after a full week of working to find evidence of Cooper Smillow's involvement in the Las Vegas shootings. He flew to Las Vegas after he managed to bully Cooper, then he worked and worked until he didn't realize he had spent too long in Las Vegas. But mostly it was because of his promise to Maria. He feels responsible for solving the shooting case and punishing the people who killed Weston.

Could I trust Raffaele at all? .

Then Leo was out of the vehicle before it stopped and I stayed where I was and let the moment happen without me. Through the glass, her mother turned. The distance between them closed. And in the doorway, Wren watched her family come back together with an expression that was trying very hard to stay composed and not quite managing. Rafe appeared at the building entrance with Caston secured behind him. He stopped when he saw his father. Forty meters away, through glass, I watched Rafe Reyes completely forget about the detained Elder and everything else. I looked away. Gave them the room. My comms buzzed. Single message from an outside number I didn't recognize.

"Hmmm, who could it be?" "You know this trash isn't going to pick itself up…” Zeo said, deflecting. Suddenly, Camlo gasped again, and this time it took Zeo by surprise. Her hand went to her chest. “Oh my God, you have got to stop doing that.” “RAFAEL LAMINGTON?!” Camlo’s eyes were literally bugging out. She was afraid to deny it because Camlo knew her so well she'd be able to tell she was lying in a heartbeat.

he said, “we keep.” Bootsteps approached, brisk. Rafe skidded around the corner with the grin he wore when chaos obeyed him. “Showtime. The cousin’s parade is already tripping over its shoelaces. Also, the dog is following me and if he becomes my dog I’m naming him Bacon.” “Approved,” the Don said. Rafe’s gaze flitted between them, softened by something like pride. “Look at you two. Terrifying. Beautiful. In focus.” He tapped his earpiece. “All right, saints and sinners. Places. We turn the city.”

Rafael: Rafael's hands pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, his breath fogging the glass as he watched the Toyota Camry twenty floors below. Even from this distance, he could see her shoulders shaking. "Shit," he muttered, his jaw clenching. The sight of Fiona breaking down in that pathetic car made something twist in his chest. Something he refused to acknowledge. She was hunched over the steering wheel like the weight of the world had finally crushed her, and he was the one who had delivered the final blow.

“Where’s the cabin?” Just as the words leave my lips, the air begins to shift like waves around me. After a moment, a cabin appears, and the door opens. A gasp escapes my lips when I take in the majestic man before me. Rafael looks like he’s in his early twenties with flawless chestnut skin and stylishly cut, short, dark hair. He has a five o’clock shadow, plump, kissable lips, and his eyes are the color of rich chocolate. He looks like that hot Duke from the Netflix show Bree and Zoe made me binge-watch last summer. I was hooked the moment the show began. I liked it because it had a diverse cast who lived in Jane Austin times. We couldn’t stop drooling over the main character; I think the a

He blinks, eyes narrowing at me, then back to Rafe. “Why the hell are you touching me?” Rafe pulls back, visibly swallowing something down. “Sorry. I just . . . it’s good to see you up. Alive.” Well I suppose everyone’s allowed to miss their best friends who now can’t even remember them. I force a laugh. It sounds like a dying frog.“Rafe’s dramatic. He works ER with me sometimes. Saw you comatose for months. Guess he got . . . attached.” Beta Rafe eyes me. It’s as though he wants to strangle me and hug me at the same time. I kick him under the table before we even sit down. He barely flinches.

“If we ever cross paths, you’ll be a dead man, Keith.” “Oh, gosh, that’s funny!” Someone laughed on the phone, and I realized it wasn’t Keith. He gave his cell phone to somebody else because he was a coward and a loser. So, I took a wild guess and scoffed. “Chris.” “Rafael Sterling. You’re not as scary as I imagined when I saw you. People kept telling me you were a tall man with one eye, but when I saw you—” He chuckled. “You reminded me of my little nephew. You’re cute with little muscles, that’s all.”