Chapter 6. Tough Luck

Rafael

Waking up with a fucking hangover was a terrible way to start his day. The warmth and rays of sunlight streaming from his open windows made him groan. The throbbing pain in his skull made him squint his dark brown eyes on the grandfather clock steadily ticking, mocking him. Rafael stifled a savage curse. Too early in the morning to be cursing his life.

Besides, he had a lot on his plate. The first was to meet the disguised angel from last night. He didn’t trust her. Like recognized like.

She, the Angel, was something more.

Fuck! He had to stop calling her that. Her name was...Angelina. An apt name for such a delicate face but she was not from the heavens.

He might have been drunk when he met her, his intuition though had deemed her as a threat. To what? To his sanity. Damn it!

Who was she really? How could a slip of a woman be a threat to him?

Rafael was nobody’s fool. He would not be successful and feared by his peers if he was. No o