Raphael's POV
Struggling to breathe, I make my way down the alleyway as the cops are right on my tail.
"Stop right there! We know who you are." They shout but I keep running.
I meet a fence and leap over it as the cops get closer. Sirens blare and echo as I close the car door.
"Gotcha." I turn my head as a bullet flies straight at my face. And everything goes black.
I awake in a cold sweat, panting. I need water.
I stumble into the quiet kitchen to quench my thirst. When I make my way back to the guest room, I see the daughter sleeping. I wonder what it would be like to have a caring father like him. My father was always bothering me about the mafia business.
Before I knew it, I was laying next to her. Damn she was cold.
I scooted closer until I was cuddling up next to her. Hopefully this will warm her up. I fell asleep there, being the big spoon to my dead co-worker's daughter. I don't know if this is inappropriate, but his wife said we had to share the bed and what did she expect?
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Jasper
RomanceBree Williams is a cute, shy author from Europe. Her life is going nowhere until she meets Raphael Perez, a slender, strong man with a passion for books. Bree takes an instant disliking to Raphael and the arrogant and selfish ways he learnt during...
