Celia rolled her eyes. Even though she had already overheard the entire conversation earlier, she still wanted him to fill her in, she wanted to see how he would handle the matter. But he had clearly declined.
“See you later, then,” she said.
Rafael kissed her cheek and turned to leave. He walked down the hallway with calm confidence, his steps steady and sure. At the end of the hallway, he opened a door that led to the underground area.
Rafael stepped into the room, his presence commanding immediate attention, the low murmur of conversation among the assembled gang members ceased as all eyes turned toward him.
“Why are you all here?” he asked, his voice firm and authoritative, cutting through the silence.
“Mason called us in,” Fiona said sharply, her voice cutting through the room
