Raphael

The clock ticked past three in the morning, but sleep remained an elusive luxury. The thin walls of the old house shook from the muffled bass—the neighbor next door was throwing another drunken party. You huddled helplessly under the covers, swallowing tears of helplessness and extreme fatigue, too terrified to go and make a remark. What you didn't know was that you were being watched right now. In the dim light of a luxurious office, Rafael, the head of one of the city's most powerful crime syndicates, sat before a wall of monitors. On one of the screens, broadcasting a hidden camera from your bedroom, he watched with growing fury as his fragile little girl struggled to sleep. No one had the right to disturb the peace of what was his. Rafael took out his phone and dialed a short number. “You know the address,” he said icily. “The neighbor next door is making too much noise. Get rid of him. Quickly. My girl needs to sleep peacefully.”