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Enzo rises up, and getting to Raf's side, he shows him whatever results he found.
"What's that?" I ask, curious when I see a flash of anger cross Raf's face. Taking a step forward, I lean into him, wanting to see too.
Enzo chuckles when he spots me pushing my face into the tablet, but finally, I can see what got them so serious.
When the other guy had scanned his ID, he'd pulled all his info, including police reports. He is currently on bail in a sexual assault case involving…gang rape. My gaze whips up to meet Raf's.
"I know his father," Enzo comments. "He works at the mayor's office, isn't that right, Jonathan?"
Jonathan groans in pain, staining the floor with his blood.
"It's probably how he got out on bail," Raf adds. "And seeing the various records of possession, I'd say you're quite the addict, aren't you Johnny boy?" he asks as he kicks at Jonathan.
"Coke? Rich kid drug of choice," Raf turns to Enzo.
"Maybe in the beginning," Enzo shakes his head. Going down on one knee, he grabs Jonathan's mandible between two fingers, forcing the man to look at him. "I'm guessing meth is more his thing now," he indicates his ruined teeth and the skin lesions running down his neck. "My guess? Daddy stopped funding his habit."
"So he's out here trying to score some?" Raf raises a brow.
Enzo nods.
"I smell the desperation on him," he says right before he throws him to the ground, getting up and taking out a handkerchief to clean his fingers.
"You've seen his file. It's up to you what you want to do since he insulted your wife," he tells Raf. "But I know if he insultedmywife what I would do," he smirks.
"Can I borrow your knife?" Raf suddenly asks, and I blink in surprise.
Raf,myRaf, is asking for a knife?
"Pretty girl, please look away," he gives me a tight smile, turning me around to face away from Jonathan. "I'll be quick, I promise," he kisses my cheek, leaving my side to go back and…
I can't help it.
My heart is pounding in my chest as I slowly turn, just in time to see Raf leaning in front of Jonathan, the knife against the man's throat. Raf speaks, his words too low for me to hear. Then the tip of the knife makes contact with the man's throat, cutting from ear to ear.
Blood gushes out, flowing down his shirt, with some of it spraying over Raf's form.
For a few seconds, Jonathan's body spasms as he tries to fight his impending fate.
But then it's done.
He's dead.
Raf releases a weary sigh, though his expression is cold—hidden. Looking up, our eyes meet, his growing colder just as mine grow hotter.
A shiver goes down my spine as I imagine him coming to me, embracing me, the blood on his body serving as lubricant for skin on top of skin, for him to…
"Nero will dispose of the body," Enzo interrupts our staring contest. "You did good, Raf. He got what he deserved," he praises, patting Raf on the back.
"Thank you," Raf nods. "If you'll excuse us, I think I need to take my wife home."
"Of course," he turns to give me a pleasant smile. "I'm sorry your evening took a wrong turn. I'll have a word with my bouncers to increase security inandaround the club."
A few more pleasantries and we say our goodbyes.
Given Raf's bloody state, Enzo offers one of his cars to take us home.
The entire ride home, he's silent.
