POV: Raphael 

“Start talking!” I told him sternly the moment we got into the car. He corked his eyebrow in question pretending not to know what I was talking about. But I could see the smile on his lips and I know he is just messing around with me. He knows exactly what I’m talking about.

“Don’t you fucking mess around with me, Dom. If you had it figured out already, then why the hell did you drag me over here to make a fool out of me, what games are you playing?” I asked him.

“Well, that is because I didn’t have the answers before we got here, asshole....