LUCA
"I think there's going to be trouble, Boss."
Rafael's back was ripped into shreds, most still dripping blood from the gashes.
Despite the bruises, he still had a cigar stuck to the corner of his lips, refusing to wince like pain wasn't a thing that applied to him.
"Tell me again. What happened?" I questioned, settling into my chair across from him.
My office reeked of whiskey and barely leashed anger. I could feel it snapping like the air a few minutes before lightning struck.
Outside, the chaos of my men's voices clashed through the windows, somehow making the silence between Rafael and me louder.
Mikhail walked through the door, his own shirt spattered with blood. He closed the door behind him and settled into the chair across from me.
"What happened?" The
