When Rafe was done with the phone call, he tossed the phone aside and took a deep sigh. His shoulders eased a little as he sat leisurely on his chair and rolled his head back. I kept quiet and just focused on massaging his shoulders. He seemed to enjoy it more than I thought as he just slumped more. God. Was he this tired? I wouldn't doubt him. He was working hard for his Mafia and family. A person could do so much but he was still standing good and fighting all that came his way. I loved how he was so passionate about his family and his businesses. I know the day went very eventful and he was very stressed out.
"Won't you eat your dinner? It's getting cold!" I said softly, not wanting to interrupt the peaceful silence stretching the air. He didn't say anything but shook his head a littl
