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"Is it real?"
Rafe Cameron stood centre of the Cameron Bahama Estate, his eyed fixated on the Martin engraved vault, billions of dollars worth of ceramic plated gold, sparking off the heated sun shining through the open doors.
"Son, that's the realist thing there is." Ward Cameron smiled lightly, extending his arm out to allow his son to be apart of the heist.
Slender and tanned fingers ran along the gold bar, jaw clenching in anticipation as his father spoke coarsely. "We found it." To which Rafe replied, "you found the Royal Merchant?" Ward nodded softly. "Richard and I. We found it."
Rafe inhaled sharply. "We can't bring your sister back, but we will find Ophelia." A soft clatter of Rafe's heart shattering made his eyes well with tears, bottom lip trembling as he forced his attention towards his father.
"We'll find her." Rafe repeated, batting away at the salty tears as his father nodded in agreement. "This will save us." Rafe nodded furiously. "I know I'm hard on you. That day on the Cargo Plane, this is what was on it. You saved us, Rafe. You can save her."
So close, yet so far.
It was as if Ophelia could feel Rafe's presence. Eyes shut tightly, his warm breath fanning against her neck as his damp lips brushed against the tender spots of her skin. Hands, one wound around her waist, the other tangled up in her hair.
After every kiss placed to her skin, he would whisper that he loved her. Yet another, and that he would never loose her again.
Ophelia was torn viciously from her thoughts, a cold hand placed on her shoulder as one of her captors voice's hurdled over the radio Sarah had been holding. "I got a truck and two defenders." Peeling open her eyes, Ophelia was met with John B's stare, her legs, battered and bruised, almost giving out from underneath her.
"It's just my dad in the truck with the gold, right?" Sarah replied calmly, ever so often her gaze falling over to Ophelia, who's expression she couldn't quite read. "It's two in the truck."
Ophelia couldn't help but gasp, a soft grunt leaving her lips as she spun on her heels, tearing herself from John B's hold as a small smile curled upwards on her dirt ridden face. "Two?" John B questioned quietly, to which Sarah let her head fall, eyes trailing towards Ophelia whom held a triumphant look on her face.
"Rafe."
The dark haired girl had walked off into the distance, making way past the brush and branches that scraped against her bare legs, almost trying to clear as much distance as she possibly could.
