Torn by Obsession

d scent of cigar smoke and whiskey, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. In the center of the room, Rafael De Luca sat li

bling man kneeling before him. A low, humorless chuckle escaped his

ed, sweat dripping down his temple

"Didn't mean to?" he repeated, his voice a deadly purr. He leaned forward,

uld sell Rafael's weapons to a rival family-flinched under his gaze.

glass down on the polished wooden table beside him. His

ve in mistakes,

warehouse, followed by the sickening thud of a lifeless body hitting the floor. Rafael barely glanced

f him," Raf

e corpse away, leaving behind only

no rush of adrenaline, no lingering satisfaction-only cold efficiency. He had g

out, glancing at the name on the screen. A fli

n, he brought the phone

etely unaware. The girl is innocent, unt

his jaw clenching. Sophia Moretti. The name al

ad spent years watching from the shadows, his obsession growing with

voring the burn of whiskey as it slid down his throat. He li

hair cascading down her shoulders, big innocent eyes that held no knowledge of the dar

to me," he

sitation in his

nocence woul