Chapter 6

"Cunt!"Raphael suddenly flared up before stabbing him in the thigh.
Alberto screamed as Raphael precisely dug the dagger more deeper into his flesh.

"Boss please"he cried out.
The other two men were horror struck and squeezed their eyes trying to avoid the gory sight.

Raphael dragged the bloody dagger out of his thighs and stabbed him repeatedly in the juggler, blood splattering on his face and shirt. He stabbed him repeatedly till Alberto's voice died down and his body became lifeless as he fell back to the ground, his eyes stark opened with blood oozing from every corner of his mutilated face.

  Raphael wiped the blood from his face and walked over to Rocco and Matteo. They quivered in fear and stared open-mouthed.

"Congratulations. You two I'll spare. Now I'll send you two back to Africa, walk according to the deal you made with the pharaohs. Since one of you will be needed to finalise the agreement then fine. Matteo you finalise it. Rocco keep an eye on the Egyptians and their Russian counterparts. They must not suspect a thing. Necessary arrangements will be made pertaining your arrival back to Europe. You won't travel to Egypt alone. Some men will accompany you and keep an eye on you two, monitor your movements and the transportation of the goods along the boarders. Swindle the profit back to me. I want to see Ivan mad with anger" Raphael ordered before turning to face Thomas who stood at a corner, watching the scene,unfazed.

  "Call Dario in Iran. Tell him some ammunitions will be transported to the warehouse  and I don't want any mistakes to be made. He should take about twenty men and meet with the Saudis. I need a smoothe trade. Tell him to travel to Lebanon with some troops when he has met with the saudis. Work needs to be done there"Raphael ordered before attempting to walk out of the cellar when Lorenzo called him back.

"We've gotten some young girls from some parts of eastern Africa and the middle east. They will be transported via.."

Raphael immedately upheaved his hand at him, cutting him short.
"Cancel that. This is a mafia not a brothel"

  Everyone was stuperfied. They had always indulged in this so why the sudden change in Raphael?

"But the godfather..."Marco attempted to speak but his voice trailed off when Raphael interrupted him.

"The godfather my foot! I am the capo here! I call the shots. My grandfather retired. He shouldn't be poking his nose in my business. If he wants girls he should go to a brothel. Not in my mafia"Raphael ordered, his eyes dancing with rage by the mention of his grandfather.

  Armani Constanzo was a man that wielded intense power and influence in the underworld. As cold and heartless as he was when he took the mantle of leadership, his vicious attitude never wavered over the years. He was the devil's incarnate.

  Raphael felt his fist clenched as he thought of his grandfather.
"Cancel that order Marco. I'll be leaving now. I need to speak to dante"

Marco sighed and nodded as Raphael walked out of the cellar, his entourage following him.

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NICOLE

  I heard the sound of the door creak open slightly and the sound of shoes walking inside the room. The silver rays of the moonlight shined through the curtains, revealing the silhoutte form of Raphael.
    Immedately, I turned on the sunset bedstand lamp which I laid close to.
Raphael was caught unaware and his features morphed into one of surprise and shock.

"Baby why are you awake?"He queried.
I sat up straight, the corners of my mouth drawn downwards as I took in his appearance.

  His sleeves were folded up and his hair looked so dishevelled. His shirt was thoroughly tainted with multiple red stains and I need not to be told that they were blood. Blood of humans.

"Raphael don't tell me you killed somebody"I said as I came down from the bed, my arms crossed.

"He was a traitor hunny"he told me, his voice soft.

My eyes rolled at him and I pointed my index finger at the digital clock on the wall.
"Raphael this is four in the morning. What the fuck!? Are you insane! You told me you will be working late but I didn't expect it to be this sort of late. Then you come back home by four in the morning with your shirt crimson red and your knucles bruised up, your hair dishevelled. You wreak of blood and death"I spat trying not to raise my voice so high.

Raphael's eyes squinted slightly and his lips twitched upwards to a smirk.
"Sei sexy quando sei arrabbiato"

  "What the fuck does that mean?"I snapped back.

Raphael exhaled and licked his bottom lip, his eyes scanning me like he was hungry.
"You are sexy when you are angry"

He gave me that his sinful dark look and I could feel my legs being wobbly as he took a step towards me.
I controlled myself and glared at him. "Go bathe Raphael. You smell like death"

He let out a laugh and nodded his head. "I'm truly sorry we couldn't get to spend time together ok. I'll make it up to you baby"he reassured me before kissing my forehead and heading towards the bathroom.

  A small grin adopted itself on my face as I watched my husband open the door leading to the bathroom.
  My very dangerous but loving husband.