Rafe Season Two Novels & Stories

I remember thinking, on the drive over, that I would feel sorry for him. Then I saw him. Rafael Belmont at twenty-seven was the most beautiful and the most terrifying thing I'd ever stood in front of. He wore his grief like armor, his face blank, his posture controlled, nothing escaping through the cracks. But the moment his eyes met mine across the room, something happened that I still couldn't name. The world went very quiet. Just for a second.

Stand there, we're leaving before 7 O'clock pm Sychiee" Rafa said and looked at his bag. "Your noise! ​​You've been talking there before!" Annoyed I told him. I'm watching Tv. I sat on the couch with my back leaning back. I ignored him even though he had been word for word before because it annoyed me. I don't know anything, especially since what I'm watching is good, so I don't want to be disturbed. "You know Sychiee?" he said again and approached me. "What?" I didn't want to say anything. "You are ugly!" He shouted and then ran to his room. Annoyed, I frowned as I stood up and followed him into the bedroom. The door was closed so I tried to slam it. "Will you open it or will I open it myse

The slam echoed like thunder. The silence that followed was worse. Rafael turned to me, chest heaving. His eyes burned into mine. “You’re not safe when I’m not here.” My hands clenched around the rag I still held. “I can protect myself.” His jaw tightened. “Against men like him?” “Yes.” My voice shook, but I forced the word out. He didn’t argue. Instead, he pulled his phone from his pocket, his expression unreadable. “Find Trey,” he said into the receiver. His tone was calm, chilling. “Kill him. Hide the body where no one will ever find it.”