RAFAEL'S POV

My eyes almost roll out of my damn skull the moment, those long legs steps put from her house. Heels clicking on the floor.

Dressed in a body-con gown that clings to her like sin, wrapping around every dangerous curve like it was stitched by the devil himself to ruin me. Hot was one word. Sexy, another damn word. But she covers them all. 

"Shes fire, too much fucking fire for one person," Ace growls, low and soft this time, like he's been sedated. He wasn't angry this time, he isn't fuming. Just... purring. That's what she does to him. To us.

My heart's pounding like I'm heading...