RAFAEL
I leaned against the hood of the car, the engine still ticking as it cooled. The cigarette burned between my fingers, but I barely tasted the smoke. My blood was roaring in my ears, louder than the gunshots I’d just fired into the night sky. She f****d someone else. The words kept repeating in my head like a broken record. Not just anyone, but some faceless bastard in Viktor’s brothel while she was supposed to be mine.
I took another drag, the ember glowing bright red in the darkness. Isabella stood a few feet away by the open passenger door, sobbing quietly, her beautiful summer dress fluttering in the night breeze. She looked small and broken. Part of me wanted to pull her into my arms and tell her it didn’t matter. The other part, the Reaper part wanted to put a bullet in the
