RAFAEL
I stood in the cramped living room, arms crossed, watching Maria – Isabella’s mother fidget like a cornered rat. The second Isabella disappeared down the basement stairs to her father, the air grew thicker. Maria’s eyes darted everywhere but at me. Perfect timing.
I stepped closer, voice low and cold.
“Let’s cut the bullshit. What was your deal with Selene? How much did she pay you to help set up Isabella?”
Maria shook her head so hard I thought it might snap off.
“I don’t know any Selene! You’ve got the wrong person!”
I smiled without warmth, leaning in until she pressed back against the wall.
“Wrong answer. I am Rafael. Reaper to those who cross me. You don’t want to lie to me, Maria. You know exactly who you are dealing with, and I can make your life a living hell far w
