Rafe then told her everything. As Y/n understood, her gaze widened in surprise. Her eyes filled with anger and she began to pace back and forth across the room. Rafe watched her for a minute or two before breaking down.
"Y/n…" he began.
"The farm!" Y/n interrupted him. "I can't believe you didn't tell me! I'm your best friend Rafe!"
"I know but…"
"There are no buts! We said we trusted each other!! You call that trust?! You could have asked me for help sooner!"
"Do you think you would have helped me?! That you would have rather helped me than your pogues?!"
“DON'T YOU DARE YELLING AT ME RAFE MOTHERFUCKING CAMERON!”
"IT'S YOU WHO'S SCREAMING AT ME!!"
"I HAVE A GOOD REASON TO YELL AT YOU!!"
They looked at each other for a few seconds before smiling. Rafe held out his arms to Y/n who came to snuggle up against him.
"I'm sorry." says Y/n. "I shouldn't have shouted."
"It's not serious." replied Rafe. "I apologize too. You're right. I should have told you earlier."
"I want you to know that you would always come before the pogues."
Y/n's phone then began to vibrate. Y/n opened it and what she saw froze her in amazement. A wanted ad in the name of Rafe Cameron. So Ward had denounced him. Y/n handed her.phone to Rafe and stepped aside. She saw Rafe's face whiten when he saw the image.
"Rafe…" Y/n muttered, not daring to raise her voice.
"FUCK!!" cried Rafe.
His breathing quickened, he started pacing around the room trying to control his breathing. Nothing to do. He started screaming again, under the eyes of Y/n who didn't know what to do. She let him do it for a minute or two but seeing that he wasn't calming down, she took matters into her own hands. She walked towards him, took him in her arms and hugged him, preventing him from moving. He then stopped screaming.
"It'll be OK." she said grabbing one of his hands.
She then felt tears fall down her neck. She looked up and saw that Rafe was crying. She dried his face and smiled a little.
"We'll get through this," she whispered. "I promise you Rafe. We'll get through this. Both of us."
"He promised to help me!" he exclaimed.
"I know my love. I know."
Rafe immediately stopped crying and looked at her. Y/n realized what she had just said.
"I…I don't…" she said hesitantly. "I didn't think that…"
"Did you just call me your love?" he interrupted her with a smile.
"Maybe… It came out on its own. If you want, I won't say it again."
"No. Absolutely not. Say it all you want…sweetheart."
His voice gave Y/n shivers.
"So we go from being best friends to…" she tried softly.
"To that of best friends in love with each other." Rafe replied laughing.
"Yes. You really need to get out of here. I'll try to do what I can to get you out as soon as possible."
"That is to say?"
"That is to say, don't move from here. I'll be back in a maximum of two hours. I'll steal your motorcycle."
Y/n stepped aside and took the keys to the motorbike. She got out and a few seconds later Rafe heard the sound of an engine. Rafe sat down on the sofa and looked at his phone. Fifteen minutes, he got tired. He decided to visit the house in which he would surely stay for a few days. He went upstairs and opened a door. He found himself in a room that looked like a storage room. He suddenly heard a noise on the stairs. Before he could turn around, someone pushed him into the room and closed the door. Rafe banged on the door with all his might and started screaming.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE OR I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU!!" he cried, banging on the door.
"Are you kidding Rafe?" replied the person behind the door. "I'll wait for the police to come back instead."
Rafe then recognized the voice.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS TOPPER?!" he continued. "Open that door now!!"
"No!" Topper exclaimed. "I just want to ask you a few questions. About Y/n."
"Kiss my ass."
"You knew we were boyfriend and girlfriend right?"
Rafe didn't answer.
"And...hmm..." Topper continued, "I have another question."
"If you don't let me go out…" Rafe threatened him.
"Did you fuck her?"
Rafe knocked on the door in response.
"YES OR NO?!" Topper fumed.
"CALM DOWN!" cried Rafe.
"Okay! How does it feel? When you're with her. Does she make you crazy? Or…"
No answer. What Topper didn't know was that Rafe had written to Y/n. All the while she had gone to her parents, who were having a cup of tea. As soon as they saw her, they threw themselves on her.
"Where were you ?" her mother exclaimed. "Do you know there was a murder?!"
"I need a private jet." Y/n said ignoring the question.
"Excuse me? Why?"
"Because I need it. And if you don't, I'll tell the papers about your traffic in stolen jewelry."
Her parents stared at her silently. Indeed, Y/n had taken the time to reflect on these jewels that she had seen. She had done some research and discovered a whole story of stolen high-value jewelry.
"So you got all your fortune from that." she continued with a mocking smile. If I had known earlier..."
"You wouldn't do that to your own family." his father said hesitantly. "That would be dooming you too."
"Not at all. I haven't done anything about it. So for the jet, I'd like to have it today. On the tarmac. In, say, an hour."
His mother, who had turned pale, pulled out her phone and called their pilot. When she put it down, she stared at Y/n without any emotion.
"You are no longer our daughter." she says
"So much the better." replied Y/n.
She went up to her room, took a bag and filled it with things before leaving. Along the way, she had received Rafe's message. She had then stopped further from the abandoned house, had walked the rest of the way, had, once arrived at the house, taken the pistol which was in Rafe's bag and had climbed the stairs most silently. possible. Topper had just finished his sentence.
"Of course I drive him crazy." Y/n said with an almost crazy intonation in his voice.
Topper immediately turned around and faced Y/n who was holding a gun pointed in his direction. A gunshot echoed throughout the house and Y/n lowered his weapon. Topper collapsed to the ground, soundlessly. Y/n stepped forward and opened the door holding Rafe. He got out and seeing Topper's body, he immediately stopped.
"We'll talk about that later." she whispered. "We have a plane to catch."
