Shredder Raphael Novels & Stories

I tried to shake my head, tried to plead, but no sound came out. “You were supposed to be leverage. Now you are nothing but a curse.” He released me suddenly, and I slumped sideways, coughing violently, tears burning my eyes. The men in the front stayed silent, as if they knew to stay out of this storm. Raphael didn’t calm. He grew darker. He pulled out his second phone, dialed with trembling fingers, and when the call connected, his voice became something terrifyingly controlled. “Kill them,” he ordered. “Every last one connected to those brothers. Burn their businesses. Hunt their men in the streets. I want rivers of blood before dawn.”

the gray beard man ordered his men. "Who are you to think I would let them take me?" "Call me Raphael" he said smiling broadly. "Too bad Raphael, I didn't come this far to have myself go with you" She spat and got up. His men tried to grab her but she swiftly pushed them off kicking then straight in their cheek bones. She yanked one of them and in an instant she had torn his spinal cord out of his body. "I see you are no ordinary lady" The man said "what are you?"

Raphael cut in, he flicked his ash, eyes still fixed on the screen in his lap, “If she was dead, I’d know. Bodies leave trails. Paperwork, autopsies, certificates, flags. Nothing vanishes in this country without hitting a server somewhere. And I own those servers.” I clenched my jaw, knuckles whitening around the cigarette, “Then where the fuck is she?” I growled. “Who’s hiding her from me?” I dragged hard on the cigarette, felt the smoke burn my lungs, but it didn’t kill the need gnawing at me. I wanted something to bleed. I wanted to put my fist through the face of anyone who said her name, because she had ripped it from me. “Adriano,” Raphael muttered, but he wasn’t looking at me anymore.

They were a man and a woman. The man seemed to be close to fifty years old. He had a large head, and he was tall. Many people knew that this was Quentin’s trusted bodyguard. He was a Grandmaster, and he was called the Shredder. There was a tale that he once killed two other Grandmaster experts on his own. He wasn’t even injured from the fight. However, nobody knew who the other person was. She looked like a nun. However, she wasn’t holding a bible in her hand. Instead, she was holding a long sword, and she had a cold, merciless expression on her face. Those who didn’t know better might have thought she was Madam Kill-All!

In no time she was done cleaning up the bottles. I screamed out in frustration as the image of Diana being rude to me in front of Grandma Audrey flashed through my mind. "I will make sure I crush you," I said angrily, demonstrating with my hands. Even the fraud crimes that were fabricated, aimed to get Raphael out of the picture, aren't progressing. I had thought that it would be hard for him to come out of it, but I was disappointed the day Marcel came back and told me Raphael was now the second-largest shareholder after Gramps.

Raphael added in annoyance as his grip on the girl tightened. “Raphael, why does it seem that he's always a step ahead of us?” Ryder asked in bewilderment. “Keep your trash shut!!” Shouted Raphael. “It's not totally my fault; if only your dumb ass was smart enough, your poorly trained men should have screened the whole place,” Raphael added in an angry tone. “These are the same best-trained Russian elite assassins we hired for sixty thousand dollars each, and now you call them poorly trained!? Ryder replied fiercely as he was already losing his cool.

~~AXEL~~ “His sheer greed makes me sick. It’s almost funny—he’s spent weeks acting like a romantic lead in a thriller, but at the end of the day, he’s just another bottom-feeder looking for a payday.” I scoff, taking a sharp turn that leads to the estate. Raphael is leaning against the passenger door, staring out the window like he’s trying to scrub the last hour out of his brain. He’s already ditched his ruined shirt for a spare one he keeps in the back, but he still looks wound up.

I wanted him to know that the man who had survived the streets of the Shang territory hadn't gone soft just because he was wearing a silk tie. I continued while Raphael only sat there, watching me carefully, his eyes tracking every twitch of my facial muscles. “I mean it when I said I will toss her out to the street when I’m done with the Harveys. I will dismantle their influence, I will take back every inch of land they stole, and then I will break the bond. I don’t care if it scars me for life. I won’t be chained to a murderer’s legacy.” Raphael puffed from inside, a long, weary sigh escaping his lips. He didn't look convinced, but he knew better than to argue with a wolf whose eyes were t

I refuted adamantly. “Beta Raphael is as deadly as a viper. He will ruin you!”

“You don’t understand what I’ve built. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” “I know exactly who I’m dealing with,” I replied, stepping forward, my gaze locked on his. “A man who destroyed everything for his own gain. A man who used people as pawns in a game he couldn’t even control.” “You’re not going to kill me,” Vasquez spat. “You’re not capable of it.” But Carter wasn’t listening anymore. With a swift motion, he shoved Vasquez to the ground, his gun pressed against the man’s chest. “No more chances. You’re done.”