Chapter 12
Raphael
Raphael's eyes widened as he peered through the binoculars, his grip tightening on the smooth metal. "Shit," he breathed, a mixture of excitement and disgust in his voice. "I think they're having sex in the water."
Antonio lunged for the binoculars, his face twisted with morbid curiosity, but Raphael deftly sidestepped him, keeping his gaze fixed on the distant couple.
"She is one hot piece of ass," Raphael muttered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. A cruel smile played at the corners of his mouth as he added, "Too bad we have to end her."
Antonio leaned against the boat's railing, his eyes glinting with malice. "You could do her before you take her out," he suggested, his voice low and dangerous. "As long as you get him first. Or maybe," he paused, savoring the thought, "you should make him watch you defile his young bride."
Raphael finally lowered the binoculars, turning to face his brother. His expression was hard, years of pent-up resentment etched into the lines of his face. "Fox deserves whatever he gets," he spat. "To think Jonah was here in the Virgin Islands all this time. We were looking in the wrong places."
Antonio nodded, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the railing. "All the loose ends will be sewn up in a few days," he mused. His eyes narrowed as he asked, "What does our contact say?"
Raphael's voice took on a businesslike tone as he recited the details. "He has the schedule of security. We'll know where each and every one of them will be when we hit the island." A predatory smile spread across his face as he continued, "There's a weak spot on the west side. It's overgrown, but we can navigate it to get where we need to be. The alarm will be deactivated the night we come."
Antonio let out a low, mirthless laugh as Raphael raised the binoculars once more, continuing to watch the couple until they finished their intimate encounter. The air around them seemed to thicken with the weight of their sinister intentions.
As the sun began to dip towards the horizon, casting long shadows across the water, Raphael lowered the binoculars for the final time. His voice was cold and detached as he murmured, "I hope they're enjoying their honeymoon." He paused, exchanging a meaningful look with Antonio before adding, "Because it will be their last days on this earth."
The two men stood in silence, the gentle lapping of waves against their boat belying the violent storm of vengeance brewing within them. As they turned away from the idyllic scene before them, their minds were already racing with the details of the brutal plan they were about to set in motion.