Raphael didn’t know what to make of it. He usually kept his phone on silent during work or events. Watching Alex’s hurried exit, he recalled the man’s last words—subtle, but loaded.
He picked up his phone. Damien had sent him a string of messages. His brother always texted him nonsense, so at first, he didn’t think much of it. He figured maybe he’d misunderstood Alex… until he saw the bold words staring back at him:
"Bro! Emergency! If you don’t show up now, your wife’s gonna get snatched!"
"Family comes first, man!"
"Bro, you're about to get played hard!"
...along with a dark, blurry photo.
Raphael frowned and turned the brightness all the way up, trying to make out what he was looking at. The picture was a mess of flashy, dim club lights—but then he spotted it: a row of shirtless y
