83. She left you

ANTONIO

“Where is he?” I roared as I grabbed Raphael, ready to lay into him. “Tell me, what you planned? Where is that fucking arsehôle?” I screamed as I grabbed him by the collar and unable to stop myself I slammed my fist in his stomach. He blocked my next punch and slugged me back in my side, making me suck in a harsh breath.

“Where he should be. Did you really think this would be easy?”

I tried to hit him again but strong arms grabbed me from behind. “Antonio!” Ephraim pulled me back or I would’ve punched him again. Jonathan grabbed Raphael from his other side, pulling him back because the fucker was still standing there as if I wouldn’t like to kill him.

I watched with barely controlled rage as Jonathan helped Raphael, pulling him out of hitting range. I said to Ephraim, “Call Mario. Saze. Elijah. I want to know what's going on there and you—” I took a step toward Raphael, barely holding myself back, as I said, “You fucking pray that she's where she should be. Because if your b