Chapter 55. The Mafia Family (3)

Rafael

“Raf...Rafael?” That voice. So familiar. Like of an angel. His angel.

But why was his angel crying? Had he hurt her again? The knowledge that he was somehow the cost of her pain jerked him awake.

He groaned at the deep pulsation in his skull. He could also feel and smell blood on him.

“Rafael? Baby? Please wake up.” She was shaking him.

“Dinara?” He groggily called out. Opening his eyes slightly praying that the voice before him was real and not a figment of his imagination.

“Oh, thank God!” She wrapped her arms around him, sobbing. “I thought they’d crack your head open.”

“Feels like it. Are you okay, mi amor?” He was more concerned for her. He would have loved to hold her, but his hands and feet were tied. “Untie me, angel?”

Shaking her head, she cried harder. “I...I can’t.” She uttered in a broken voice. “I...I don’t want to touch anything.”

He looked around them. They were alone. But why would Lemonte leave them here w