Trapped in a Mafia's obsession
. He shrugged off his bloodstained jacket, the fabric sticking to his skin fr
scattered, and he had to regroup. But as he reached for the hidden door to h
ursed. He had
he pulled out his phone a
on. Got something
for explanations. Mason kne
of his cars, a sleek, black Maserati, waited in the driveway like a predator ready to
ed past him in a blur of neon and shadows, but Rafael didn't see any of it. His f
The place was unrecognizable. The once-qu
ghts, crunching under Rafael's boots as he stepped forward, The air was heavy with t
ling her eyes at him with that infuriating defiance, was smeared with c
the floor, abandoned like the aftermath of a struggle. A si
rl was
her had made damn
ver the wreckage. His cold gaze swept ove
hrough his nose, hi
led out his phone and activated
l appeared on his scree
hey had taken it. No,
been in this business long enough to know what happened to peop
they had just done was make this personal
ing the door shut. His pulse was steady,
t the pavement. The car roared as it surged
-
The ropes around her wrists burned, biting into her skin with every small movemen
blood. Rusted chains hung from the ceiling, and a meta
ned warehouse. This was a pl
to breathe evenly. She wouldn't panic.
t in a rush. They weren't afraid.
now," one of them muttered, pac
She's bait. Mercer
dn't know him. He was just a customer. A terrifying,
nything to him?" someone else aske
n't m
One she hadn'
nt the gang to trail
raightened instinctively. Even in the low light, Celia c
.She flinched, but he held her still, forcing
sed to l
ead. "And yet, he didn't come back for it." His thumb brus
wallowe
bruptly, standing
't kno
hange. He exhaled slowl
out warnin
d with her cheekbone, sending her sprawling onto her s
ed, tast
out his hand like he had simpl
swer," he
as she forced herself upright. Her cheek
l so exhausting. He pulled a gun
w," he said to his men. "If Mercer do
m his holster. S
breath
rously calm, "we will see how m
un co
ressed again
tire body