Chapter 2

RAFAEL

My footsteps echo down the dimly lit hall as I ascend the stairs back into the main house. My blood boils, hands itching to strangle the incompetent fools who made the grievous error of kidnapping the wrong sister. I'm torn between fury at their failure to eliminate Thomas and the sheer idiocy of returning with the incorrect target. Chingar!

With trembling fingers, I extract another cigarette from my suit's breast pocket and light it, inhaling deeply. It's the third one I've lit in less than an hour, a testament to my frayed nerves. I take a long, calming drag and run my hand through my dark, disheveled locks as I emerge from the dungeon into the opulent main house.

"These fuckers brought the wrong sister. Where are they?" I growl at my second in command, Julio. He turns to face me, his dark hair still impeccably styled despite the palpable tension. At 35, he's got a few years on me, but his tailored suit barely cont