Raf entered the place when he reached there, his face doesn't show any kind of fear.
And there some men blocked his path.. But soon their faces become scared seeing Raf's eyes. Anyone might scared of him.
A voice emerged from the shadows,
Mathew : "Welcome home, RAFAEL MORALES ... the strongest and most fearsome Mafia in the whole city."
Raf's eyes darkened, his anger boiling over as he laid eyes on Mathew.
His deep voice growled
Raf : "You chose the wrong person, Mathew."
Mathew smirked, unfazed.
Mathew : "Ahh, really, Raf? That's okay. I chose the wrong person, but... see who came here all alone for that wrong person?" ( He chuckled, clearly amused )
Raf's anger reached its peak as he saw the man he had never forgotten, never forgiven. His jaw clenched in rage, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.
Mathew: "Wow, Raf! Are you angry?" (he asked sarcastically)
Raf: "What the hell do you even want from me, you bastard?!" (he groaned in anger, his fury uncontrollable , his eyes became red )
Mathew: "It's so good to see you like this, Raf. You're the same Raf from whom I snatched everything - your smile, happiness, everything." (he smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets)
Raf couldn't bear it anymore. His anger boiled like a volcano when Mathew crossed his limits. Memories of the past flashed into his mind, fueling his rage. Without wasting a single minute, he charged towards Mathew to attack him.
Raf attacked Mathew with his fists. Mathew dodged, but Raf kept hitting him. Raf punched Mathew's face.
Mathew kicked back, but Raf blocked it. Raf hit Mathew's nose, and it started bleeding. Mathew fell down.
Raf grabbed Mathew's neck and squeezed. Mathew's face turned purple. Raf let go and hit Mathew many times.
Just when Raf was about to kick Mathew again, Mathew rolled away and grabbed a pipe. He hit Raf's side with it, and Raf's ribs hurt.
Raf bent down, holding his side. Mathew got up, and they faced each other. They were both hurt and angry.
For a moment, they just looked at each other. Breathing heavily. Then they started fighting again.
Raf and Mathew clashed once more, but Raf's unbridled anger and superior strength gave him the upper hand.
He gave solid punches, each one connecting with Mathew's face.
Raf stood over him, ( breathing heavily ) as Mathew looked up with a battered and bruised face.
For a moment, their eyes locked in a fierce stare, both burning with anger and raw emotion. Mathew's eyes flashed with anger, but he knew he was defeated.
Raf released his grip, and Mathew stumbled backward, collapsing onto a nearby chair. Raf's voice was cold and menacing as he spoke:
Raf : "Get the hell out of my businesses, Mathew. Don't ever try to cross me again or insert yourself into my life. You won't be this lucky next time to be alive."
Raf glared at Mathew one last time, his eyes blazing with anger.
He looked around. Every man present there was afraid of Raf..
Raf's voice was low and menacing as he addressed one of the men
Raf : "Where is she?"
The man's face contorted in terror, his body shaking like a leaf. He pointed a trembling finger towards a nearby room, sweat dripping from his brow as if he'd been drenched in water.
