Raffaele by Heather Carmel

Nikki:

I post one little video from a yacht.

Sunset, champagne, bikini vibes.

But the internet only saw him.

The man in the background stepping out of a Maserati.

Suit, swagger, mafia energy.

Now he’s the headline.

And I’m the idiot who tagged the location.

Raffaele:

She exposed me to eight million strangers.

Put my face on a silver platter for my enemies.

She should’ve disappeared permanently

Instead, I took her.

She’s locked in my villa, testing my patience.

And if she won’t stay quiet,

I’ll find other ways to keep her mouth busy.