Rafe X Barry Novelas e Histórias

The two run off to the bar. Rafe slides over “their gunna be hard to tear apart, I never seen Sage so excited about anyone “ they both laugh “Rafe I am so happy tonight for the first time in a long time.” Rafe smiles at his brother and his long “you deserve it man” they pat each other shoulders before Lucian slides off to grab his queen.

A voice said beating me to the words. I turned as the door opened watching as Rafael walked inside. He was dressed in an expensive suit and his shoes were glossing. From his outfit, I could tell he had just rushed over from a formal event. He was the last person I wanted to see. Not after he had served my sister with divorce papers and abadoned her for the sake of power and another w**re. However he was the only one who could leave here with Lauren and keep her safe. “What are you doing here, you b***ard child?” Barbara asked as Rafael's men entered the room behind him surrounding the place.

It was the kind of place where people came to lose themselves, not talk about the things that broke them. Jason didn’t belong here tonight, but he didn’t know where else to go. Rafe was behind the counter, moving with the energy of someone trying to do five tasks at once—pour a drink, wipe the counter, yell at a drunk who kept knocking on the jukebox, and laugh at a joke someone shouted from across the bar. He was a big man with broad shoulders, a beard starting to grey, and eyes that always seemed to know too much. He spotted Jason immediately.

If I have another, I'll never hear the end of it from Roxie. As I wait for the drinks, someone else comes up to the bar. When I look up, I find it's Luca's next youngest brother, Raphael - or Rafe, as his family usually calls him. Rafe is pretty darn different from his older brothers. While Dante and Luca are opposites in terms of temperament, they're both polished when it comes to their public personas. Rafe, on the other hand, is the black sheep of the family. With his shaved head and tattoos, he looks more like he belongs in a motorcycle gang than in Hollywood's royal family. And he's definitely forging his own career path - though he's done some acting like everyone else in his family, h

Luca Pov The ice clinks against the glass as I swirl my drink, the dim light of the bar casting soft shadows across the table. It’s a quiet refuge—booths lined with rich leather, each offering a veneer of privacy. Rafe, seated across from me, leans back, arms crossed, a skeptical look etched on his face. “She’s not like the others,” I state, my voice steady despite the weight of my conviction. Rafe scoffs lightly, the sound echoing in the still air of the bar. “You’ve said that before. Usually right before everything goes to hell.”

Kane added. “Of course,” Rafa replied. Some of the other men decided on the spot. Others said they needed time. Some shook Rafa’s hand with genuine relief and then walked out the door to start new lives. It didn't hurt Rafa; if anything, it healed something old. That night, I lay on Rafa’s chest listening to his heartbeat, trying to lull myself to sleep. Then a thought occurred to me. “So what do we call the bar?” I asked.

You will live in Luce and if I have to take someone's else breath, I will yo keep you alive. Driving back to the bar, I go started the same bar where just in a matter of minutes everything went downhill. One hour ago ------------------------ From the mic, I can hear Rafe doubting Sierra, but I smile at how easily, Sierra convinced him otherwise, she just did a simple trick, reverse psychology. Something that egotistical fools like Rafe easily fall for. Smirking again Rafe orders two drinks, he flips his fingers to the bartender, who when I look, furrows my eyebrows.

Rafe turned to see who it was, as soon as he realized who it was, he let out a cry. "Please…..help meRaymond had planned to mock his brother ever since the attack on Mr Jones Vones. He planned to stick his tongue out at every occasion he could. He had set up posters to mock him in his room, formed a tune and even had the little ones put a play, just to humiliate his little brother. Everything was present except the star of the show, Rafe.

The circle was going to force my power out, and I would pass the trial, and Caleb would kill him. Rafe’s eyes were blazing, he was straining against the rogues holding him, the bond strained and muffled, suddenly screamed with a single, clear emotion from him. Not fear for himself. Pride. And then, a command, not through the bond, but through the sheer force of his will, his lips forming the words across the distance. “LET GO.” He didn’t want me to fail for him. He wanted me to fight. The moonbeam hit my boots.

Derek insisted. “One favor,” Rafe said. “My manager is about to fire me. Please, come to the bar tomorrow. I’ll make it up to you.” Rafe lifted Steve and the driver into the car, then took the wheel and drove them somewhere safe. Derek made a call. “I’m out. Handle it.” He exhaled shakily. “No one ever helps me without wanting something. Ask for something bigger… maybe money,” he said. Rafe stayed silent. Derek looked at his unconscious men, then back at Rafe.