ᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴀꜰᴀᴇʟ: ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ✓

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I've always had a way with a gun. As a kid I'd love to fire them at the shooting range in amusement parks. I'd always return home with a handful of prizes
{Olga Kurylenko}
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They say it's takes thirty days to break a bad habit and adopt a new one. But for Rafael, his habit was unbreakable. His habit wasn't like a marker on a whiteboard which could be erased easily. His habit was like carves in a rock, permanent and standing against the odds of time.

He would never get tired of killing people. It was a part of him, just like breathing. It was an addiction. An addiction which had no cure.

That's explains why he was stood infront of the two men solely responsible for the five stolen drug crates. It was a foolish action on their behalf, but Rafael couldn't have been more thrilled.

He lived for the ecstasy that blood and torture provided. It'd been a long time since he'd killed someone, thanks to a tiny creature.

Despite having broke their fingers and executed other gruesome tortures to get them speaking, it looked like nothing was working.

They were cheating scoundrels anyways, whose wives were hell bent on their suffering.

They both entered the room their mouths gagged with a rag and their hands tied behind their backs. It was all an act of course. Nothing would happen to the precious ladies. Not when they'd agreed to work for the King Rafael. They had no choice if they knew what was best for them.

Louis and Andrew with wide eyes stared at their wives.

"L-look señor, please leave our wives out of this. They are innocent" Rafael didn't bother hearing who was speaking.

"Please. We beg you Rafael" pleaded the other. His wife's face was swollen and so was her tummy. "Please, I am just about to become a father. I beg you let my wife go"

Should have thought about that before cheating on your wife, sir.

They thought it was okay to not answer the cruelest man in the room, but they forgot there was a reason he was labeled as such. Only in that situation, upon seeing their wives, did they realise how dangerous he truly was. How merciless he was.

"Are you willing to tell me now who you work for"

"Any-anything you want. But please, leave them out of this" the other stuttered. Rafael smirked, if only they knew.

"S-señor, we work for Cairo. He offered us a good sum of money if we'd stole five of your crates"

Rafael smirked.

"And why would he need to steal my drugs"

"B-bec-because he needs money. He needs money to settle his debt. The remaining money he'd saved from y-your drugs is what he'd used for his underground house. He's wanting to traffick women of all ages and sell them to the highest bidder"

Rafael's blood boiled with the information. That money would've been put to better use had his men not become sloppy in their jobs. That's why he'd demanded for Mark to be present here, alongside Leonardo. Both of them needed to be taught a lesson.

"If that's all gentleman. Any last words"

Both their eyes widened, that small hint of relief transforming to dread.

"B-bu-" They were both shot in the forehead, a clean shot. The wives sat opposite them screaming through the rag. This wasn't the deal. They agreed to torture the men, beat them but not to kill them.