RafexKiara Tangled Up in All Your Pieces // Riara

Chapter 5

I mimicked the sound of a radio buzz clearing my throat to get ready to pull off a British accent. "Is this Gavin?", I say into the phone awaiting the response.

JJ silently snorts at my attempt at a British accent. I smirk and hold my index finger up to my mouth telling him to shush.

Pope, JJ, and I are currently sitting in my car outside of Gavin's house waiting for him to break. Pope has airpods in his ears ready for whatever may happen in the next few minutes.

JJ sits behind us waiting in anticipation for what Gavin may say next.

"And who is this speaking?", Gavin answers the phone. I smirk we have him where we want him. Now to execute the plan.

"We know what you did, Gavin. You were there. You saw Rafe shoot Peterkin." I say, returning to my normal voice confidence in my voice. I look at Pope who is nodding his head in approval to keep going.

With some astonishment in his voice Gavin asks, "What? Who is this?". Bingo. We just have to lure the fish in and capture it.

"You can't run Gavin. We know what you did, where you live", I begin.

"I don't know who this is. I gotta go. I'm going to call Ward now." Gavin says his voice sounds more distant as he talks to his wife in the back gorund. He hangs up immediately.

I turn to Pope and JJ while we exchange a look between us all. In the corner of my eye I see JJ looking at me, so I turn to him and smile at him in joy.

He smiles at me proudly and something flashes between his eyes, but too quickly for me to give it much thought.

When we broke into Gavin's house this morning, Pope went in leaving JJ and to look out. JJ kept asking me about Quentin, asking about his pull-out game and comparing him to Pope asking who was better.

At first, I was perplexed, wondering why he cared about Quentin because JJ is constantly carrying a girl on his arm. Except for Barry and, I suppose, Rafe, I didn't think anyone noticed.

I remember Barry telling me about Rafe sleeping on the couch like a fucking security guard on his night shift.

What was he doing there in the first place? I knew Ward did business with Hart, but I hadn't expected Rafe to spend so much time at Barry's place.

Rafe had murdered Peterkin, but he could still enter into our business as if nothing had occurred, which made me shiver slightly.

I know he was psycho because of his father's neglect and Matthew's hard drugs, but to see him carry that gun and having the audacity to point it at someone breaks my heart.

I made it plain to JJ that the kiss was completely meaningless. It was in the heat of the moment, and I noticed Pope was in pain. I wanted to show him that I was concerned about him and that I loved him.

It's not that I dislike him; rather, I desired something else. I'd like to keep the no Pogue-on-Pogue macking rule.

It was our friendship, which we all shared, and I didn't want to jeopardize it by dating one of them.

JJ didn't seem to get the point, as he continued asking me which of the three was the best: John B, Quentin, or Pope.

Our staring contest is broken as we hear the sound of a car pulling out of their driveway. We see Gavin heading our way and JJ says, "get down!" Gavin passes by and we sigh, that was close.

'We've gotta follow him, go go go!' JJ says as I accelerate in order to catch up to Gavin, keeping a distance between us so he doesn't suspect someone is following him. Pope puts in another ear bud and creases his eyebrow in concentration, trying to make out what Ward and Gavin are saying.