Rhythm Thief Raphael Novels & Stories

Maybe she thought I would hand the knife to the nothing that kept us all caged. Raphael’s voice sliced through the moment like a scalpel. “How quaint,” he said. “Did you think I’d let things end like that? That my theatre would be robbed of its finale?” I didn’t hear the words properly—I only felt the movement when he reached into the silence and took the scene and twisted it. He was already at my shoulder, two strides and a world away. He moved as men who have no shame move: precise, patient, a blade of leisure. He looked at the struggling girl in my arms with the same clinical liking a man gives to an accomplished dish.

He slid his phone across the counter, the screen showing a paused frame of me, mid-lock-picking, with the most ridiculous concentration face I had ever seen. Damn. I really needed to check for cameras next time. I swallowed hard. “That’s… uhh… not me.” Raphael’s lips curled into something between amusement and exasperation. “Oh? So there’s just another tiny, curvy thief sneaking into my home?” I shrugged. “Maybe. You are in the mafia. Probably have enemies everywhere. Could be an imposter situation.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Little rabbit.” I opened the juice bottle and took a slow sip, ignoring the way my skin prickled under his gaze. "Nowhere important."

My body tensed up, a shiver running down my spine as I realized what was coming next. 'Breathe,' Raphael ordered, his voice deep and commanding, like he was used to giving instructions that no one dared ignore. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and hungry, holding me in place more than the chains ever could. I tried to obey, sucking in a shaky breath, but my heart was pounding so hard it made my vision blur a little.

Raphael clenched his fists “The bastard had bribed the family servants to provide witness to fights between me and my father where I threatened my father several times for the inheritance.” “That wasn’t the worst blow.” Raphael shook his head as he threaded his fingers into his hair as he re-lived the torture “2 days later, I was reported for financial fraud, misappropriation of company funds for personal indulgence. The witness and evidence were airtight, and I was fined a million dollars and 3 years imprisonment or 10 years imprisonment without fine.”

If I close my eyes and try really hard to remember last night, I could feel his large fingers ghosting across my scalp, moving through the wild curls of my hair, smoothing back the strands and returning to the top of my head to do it all over again. Chills ran down my back as I thought back to it. He was truly comforting and he did it in a way I've never been comforted before. The thought of seeing him filled my head and for once, that thought didn't terrify me. Stopping dead in my track with three logs pressed against my chest, I shook my head in hopes of sending the crazy thoughts away. Raphael is the bad guy here. Don't you ever forget that. I warned myself. He took me from my home, attac

I felt my blood starting to boil, my nerves edging up and that disruptive feeling of protectiveness rising to it’s peek. I stared daggers at the screen as I tapped the history button to see what else Rose had been browsing. ’Beginner lap dancing’ ’Erotic dancer tutorials’ Erotic dancing for beginners’ ’Lap dances for beginners’ Learn how to lap dance’ My eyes were darting back and forth between all the titles of videos Rose had watched. ’Strip dancing tutorial’ ’Striping moves and how to learn’ I went down further down until it showed no more videos. It dated back to the first day she had arrived. She had been learning how to lap dance through tutorials.