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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tw: murder, drug usage, slight coercion
It had stopped raining by the time Ward got back to the house. He took a deep breath. His hands were shaking.
Slowly, he forced himself out of the truck. He only glanced at the tarp in the truck bed. The body in the truck bed.
Ward shot a man only moments early. He killed him.
Ward never wanted to do this. He knew the man as a faithful employee, the man who delivered his gold to the Bahamas for him. But the pilot was told to throw away the gun Rafe used to kill Peterkins, and instead he held onto it. The employee, Gavin, was blackmailing Ward, for more money than he had to give.
So Ward had to kill him. It wasn't an option.
All because of Rafe.
Ward despised his son for his careless actions that could cost them everything. Ward knew that if it weren't for Rafe shooting Peterkins, he himself would be in jail. But jail seemed better than this. This constant need for defense, and panic, and violence.
God, he really tried everything to make things work that night. But it hadn't. Now...Now he had a body to get rid of.
Rafe didn't have many talents. Ward had always seen his son as worthless in most instances. But if Rafe was good at anything, it was at keeping a secret. Ward needed someone he could trust to help him with this, someone who could keep quiet. So for once in his life, Ward needed his son.
Quietly, Ward walked inside the house. His heart was pounding loud inside his chest. He got upstairs, and slowly creaked his son's door open.
"Rafe," he whispered. There was no noise. He shut the door behind him. "Rafe, I need your help." His eyes fixated on the bed, and his expression hardened. Rafe wasn't in his room. But Ward could guess where he went.
The older man wasn't as quiet and careful as he shoved open Bexley's door. "Rafe," he snapped, louder this time.
The boy woke with a start, flinching. He shot up in the bed, his eyes widening as he spotted his father. Bexley woke with a gasp, a look of fear washing over her as she laid eyes on Mr. Cameron.
"Get out here. Now," Ward told him. Without waiting, Ward exited the room.
The color drained from the Rafe's face. Bexley clung to her blanket, her wide eyes snapping to her boyfriend. She had been startled, and now she was scared. Scared they were both about to get into trouble.
Slowly, Rafe got out of the bed. "Just stay here," he told her.
"Are you gonna be in tro-?"
"Don't worry about it," he told her. But all she was doing in that moment was worrying.
Ward was waiting outside for his son. He stared at the truck, blood still pumping from the adrenaline from earlier. "Dad..." Rafe walked up to him, cautiously, fumbling with his hands as he did so. "I'm...I'm sorry I was in there. I know it's against the rules but she was feeling so-"
