RAFE POV
Rafe sealed the file and locked it in the vault, inputting the code and securing it tightly.
He then walked over to the mini bar, poured himself a glass of brandy, and gulped it down in one go, letting out a sigh as the liquid slid down his throat and warmed his insides.
He usually didn't drink when he worked because he needed his head clear, but he couldn't help himself.
There was an exhaustion in him that seems to have settled deep in his bones. He hasn't felt this way since five years ago when he took the capo position from his father. That weary feeling, that exhaustion that didn't go away no matter how long he slept—not like he had been sleeping, either.
He didn't know if it was physical rest he needed, just that he needed rest. But a capo doesn't rest. Lately it was
