Rafael Blackwood
I never believed danger had a sound— until it arrived like thunder on wheels. The church doors were open. White flowers. Soft music. My hands were shaking as I stood beside a man I had chosen for safety, not love. The priest asked the question. “Do you take—” The roar cut him off. Engines. Not one. Not two. Dozens. The ground trembled. I turned. Black cars flooded the street like shadows spilling into daylight. Doors flew open. Men stepped out—dressed in dark suits, guns already raised, faces empty of mercy. Someone screamed. Before anyone could move, the air exploded. Gunfire. Glass shattered. Guests dropped to the floor. The music died in a screech. I stood frozen, my heart slamming so hard it hurt. Then I heard his voice. Raw. Commanding. Furious. “My future wife!” I knew that voice before I saw him. I felt it in my bones. He stepped forward from the smoke—tall, untouchable, eyes burning like he had nothing left to lose. Blood stained his knuckles, not his suit. His men formed a wal
About Rafael Blackwood
I never believed danger had a sound— until it arrived like thunder on wheels. The church doors were open. White flowers. Soft music. My hands were shaking as I stood beside a man I had chosen for safety, not love. The priest asked the question. “Do you take—” The roar cut him off. Engines. Not one. Not two. Dozens. The ground trembled. I turned....Read more