RAFAEL
I stood by the pool, the cool night air doing nothing to calm the storm raging inside my chest. Marco’s words hung in the air like smoke from a fresh gunshot.
It was me. I’m the man Isabella had s*x with at Viktor’s brothel.
For a long second, the world narrowed to just the two of us... my most trusted lieutenant, the man who had bled for me more times than I could count, standing there with that steady, unflinching gaze. The man who had f****d my woman.
Rage hit me first hot, blinding, the kind that made my vision tunnel and my hand itch for the gun at my waist. I could see it so clearly: Marco’s hands on her, his c**k inside her, her moaning his name while the drugs burned through their veins. My fingers tightened around the whiskey glass until it creaked in protest.
“You,”
