In the confined space of his car, Rafael grappled with the pain searing through his cut lip, a reminder of the altercation with Francisco. He pulled down his mask, revealing the evidence of their violent encounter.
As he looked at himself in the rearview mirror, the reflection of his battered face fueled the fire within. His fingers brushed over the cut on his lips, feeling the warmth of fresh blood.
He took a deep breath, attempting to quell the surge of emotions coursing through him. The thought of Francisco, the man who had thwarted his plans, triggered a burning hatred in Rafael's chest.
Rafael
That bastard!
Rafael
I think I pushed you in hell. It’s all my fault.
Rafael
I need to talk with the sheriff as soon as possible.
Rafael
I can't see you in his arms.
Rafael's internal resolve solidified.
Hazel
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