Raphael hasn't thought of himself for a while.
It's been ten months now, and in those ten months he swore he had developed a new sense of madness.
He also hadn't thought of Alex for a while.
The need that once burned for him had been replaced by something colder and sharper. The obsession with getting his brother back had swallowed everything else. Alex was just a ghost from another life now. Raphael no longer cared. Not really. The empire was crumbling without both brothers, and that was all that mattered.
The Rodrigo empire was still standing, but barely.
