JJ's biggest flaw was his recklessness, and his bad ideas. Honestly, that didn't seem that bad to Bexley.
Rafe's biggest flaw? Jealousy. Pure, uncontrolled jealousy.
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"This is bullshit and you fucking know it," Rafe spat. He pulled at his hands cuffed behind his back. He sat uncomfortably in the back of the police car, his wrists stinging from the metal over them.
Susan ignored him and continued to drive to the station. The further they went, the angrier Rafe got. And the more panicked. Naturally, this made him hostile.
"What, you think having me arrested is gonna make your daughter stop liking me?" he snapped at her, taunting.
Susan readjusted her grip on the steering wheel, trying not to let him get to her.
He continued, "This is a false arrest and you know it, and my dad will have your fucking badge for this-"
"Shut the hell up," Susan said, calmly. She glanced in the rear view mirror. "We have dog muzzles in the back. Do I need to use one on you?"
Rafe glared. "Bexley's getting my dad right now. I'll be out before it even gets dark. And you'll-"
"Bexley is just about done with you," Susan spat at him. "She's gone a week without you already, and she's been happier than ever."
Rafe fell silent.
"Bexley's been putting up with you because she feels sorry for you," Susan told him. "I don't know what the hell happened at that party you got her drunk at, but she was perfectly fine staying away from you before then. When you're sent to jail, she'll be perfectly fine then too."
Rafe glare ahead, a darker look on his face. He suddenly said, "You think so, Susan?" He called her by her first name purely because he knew it felt disrespectful to her. "Because I think she'd miss me a whole lot more then she'd miss you."
Susan kept her eyes on the road.
"That's why she's going to get my dad right now," Rafe taunted further. "You're lucky she was fucking seventeen when her mom died, or she never would've talked to you again."
Susan grit her teeth. She masked her brief, hurt expression, because part of her knew he was right. Had she been eighteen, would Susan have even seen her after Madelyn's death?
"It don't mean shit that you adopted her," Rafe spat, pining to get under her skin. "Once she's eighteen, I'll convince to leave this fucking island-fuck!" He cursed in pain.
Susan had slammed on the breaks as soon as they got to the police station. His head hit the back of the seat roughly.
Susan hopped out of the car, her backup not far behind her.
"Get this piece of shit inside," she told her officers.
*****
"Mr. Cameron? Mr. Cameron!"
Bexley didn't even bother knocking on the door, she just bursted right in, stepping into the living room.
