Rafael took a shot of his whisky, not paying much attention to his brother, Enzo.
“Are you even listening to me?” Enzo asked frustrated.
“No” Rafael replied nonchalantly. “I’ve told you, James isn’t someone we should be worried about, our main focus is making sure that the next delivery arrives safely” he drops his glass and rolled up the sleeves of his white crisp shirt, exposing his muscular arms with tattoo, a testament to his wild and reckless nature.
As if Detective James has been the first person to ever be on his ass. He scoffed to himself and pick up his glass again, while Enzo sighed, his expression a mix of concern and exasperation.
He didn’t understand why his brother was so chilled about this. Sure he was the wild one, with an impulsive nature,the one who did things without
