Rafael's POV
Right...
If she was truly obsessed with that organ-cloning madness, getting involved in human trafficking would've been nothing to her.
Had she really gone this far just to crush me?
Did she really not know me that well?
There was a reason my father buried his research, even the patent for his organ cloning technology. Was that really what she had been after all this time?
I clicked my tongue in frustration, forcing myself to think through my next move. My fist clenched until my knuckles turned white before slamming against the wooden desk.
Now she had dragged my Nana into this.
Even my children would be in danger if she wasn't stopped immediately.
She had completely lost control.
"Sir, are you in a safe zone right now? With Mr. Island's people?" Rodrique asked.
"Yeah. I'm with them. But we're not safe at all. Delano's men are here trying to hold me hostage."
"Hostage? What—"
