SERENA’S POV
Raphael was jealous of my father?
I tried to comprehend what I was seeing, what was so obviously clear.
How was that even possible?
I would have laughed if the atmosphere hadn’t been so tense, so thick with unspoken emotions.
Who would have thought that the dark lord of the Moretti cartel—the man feared by many, respected by all—was capable of something as ordinary and human as jealousy?
This was getting far too interesting.
“We had a meeting,” he finally said, his deep voice steady, though his eyes betrayed a hint of tension as they lingered on me.
“And it’s in one hour’s time,” I replied, holding my head high with bravado.
I knew this because the moment he appeared out of nowhere, I had instinctively checked the time.
Damn, I should have sent him that message.
