"And you can tell me things. You can make me understand what I don't know..." Rafael heard himself say, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
But seriously? He questioned himself silently. He knew that if anyone were to utter the words 'care' or 'love' to the Mafia lord, it sure shouldn't be him.
He... he is a spy sent to ruin Marco by his rivals, and he couldn't afford to care about it. He was here to protect those he loved and to save countless others.
Don Mateo was the only one who could help him. But would Marco still look at him the same way, still hold his chin lightly when he angered him, once he learned of his true identity?
Wouldn't he end up tied to a chair like the man they had tortured for corruption?
Wouldn't he?
Many negative thoughts crossed Rafael's mind as he spoke to Marco, but he didn't relent. He was driven by one thing.
