You and Rafe used to be inseparable. His words wrapped you up in a blanket of lies: “I’d never leave you, baby. You’re mine forever.” Marriage. A life together?!

You bought every word.

He cheated on you with a pogue of all people—Sofia. And he had the nerve to act like it wasn’t his fault.

But you knew better. You were a gangster too, and it takes two to tango.

And everyone knew not to mess with you when you’re in love with someone.

Why? Cause you’re a jealous girl.

You would’ve burned his house down, showed him who was the leader… but instead, you kept your distance. Especially since he had the audacity to start dating Sofia right after the breakup.

One day you were sitting on a bench in Kooklandia, minding your business, when he suddenly stood in front of you.

You rolled your eyes, already knowing he was only here to annoy you.

“Are you stalking me? I’ve got my own life, y’know.” he said teasingly, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You crossed your arms and looked up at him with a fake grin, mocking him. “Good for you.”

“Yeah, I’ve got more important things to do.” he added, grinning wider, as if you were stalking him on purpose.

You clenched your jaw, choosing silence over an explosion. If you spoke, you’d probably end up embarrassing yourself. Not happening.

But Rafe being Rafe? He never know when to quit.

His girlfriend Sofia waved at him from across the park, her laugh like nails on a chalkboard.

His smirk stretched even wider. He knew you hated her. Of course, he had to rub it in.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Jealous? You jealous girl.”

Your blood boiled. You whisper-shouted, anger slipping through your clenched teeth. “So what if I am?!”

You looked up at him, eyes narrowing. “If I can’t have you, baby, no one else in this world can.”

His smirk didn’t falter—in fact, it deepened. He stepped closer, the tension crackling between you like a live wire.

“Oh yeah?” Rafe’s voice dropped an octave, low. His lips curled as his eyes scanned your face. “Prove it.”