I walked into my house, the door closing behind me with a hollow thud that echoed through the empty space. The apartment felt different now, not like home, but like a war room. Every corner reminded me of what I'd lost, what had been taken from me.
Rafael had pushed me away completely. Cut me off from the business, frozen my accounts, turned everyone against me. He thought he could just eliminate me like I was nothing. Like I'd always been nothing.
He was wrong.
I poured myself a drink and stood at the window, looking out at the city lights. Somewhere out there, Rafael was probably sitting in his fortress, feeling secure. Feeling like he'd won.
But this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found the numbers I needed. Mario Cru
