Twenty-two

The surroundings remained grey as the subtle rain slowly pattered onto the ground and pooled around Keyller. The breezy wind was strong, making him frozen cold as he knelt on the ground outside Aoife's mansion. He was soaking wet. His T-shirt clung to his muscular body and his hair was ruffled and messy, but his handsome figure was not disturbed by that.

He had just finished his mission in Italy with Maverick Morelli when Aoife called asking him to return to Ireland. He didn't have time to go back to Freesha at all and he was worried as fuck! He was worried that Aoife would get Freesha.

"What did I tell you, Rafael? Why did you keep defying me again and again?!" Aoife was enraged as she pointed her slender finger at him.

In her other hand was a whip, which she slashed heavily against the wet ground. The water splashed and it hit Keyller’s face. There were servants at her side holding an umbrella and the lashing of the whip hit them but they didn't flinch even a little or else they w