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.
a/n: so sorry for how late this came! this was originally supposed to be the chapter john b is reintroduced, but that won't be until the next one
tw: heavy manipulation, smut (slight coercion), abuse, dark themes
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Bexley remembered growing up afraid of the world.
Afraid of men specifically, because of the dangerous things they did that her mother would always go on and on about. She was scared of getting abducted. Really, really scared of it, especially after her mom was. She was terrified of being stolen. Of being assaulted. She was so scared of being completely out of control of her of her life, of her body.
Rafe had taken that fear away for a while. He loved her, he could protect her. She wasn't scared of world while by his side.
But lately, looking back on their relationship, Bexley realized she wasn't scared of the world while with Rafe...because she was scared of Rafe.
And that night, with Ward out of the house, and Bexley alone with Rafe in a foreign in country, she felt that fear more intensely.
"We have power, you know that? My dad, my family, me. We have power over stuff."
Rafe sat in the same office chair. He had hardly moved. All he had done was pull his pants back on, and leaned back in his seat, like he was the king of this castle, and that was his throne.
Barely twenty minutes had passed since she'd kneeled onto the floor and gone down on Rafe. She felt an aching from her sensitive scalp. He'd grabbed her hair roughly while it happened. He was rough just in general with her. That had to have been the least pleasurable sexual act Bexley had ever partook in.
She faced out the office window. She didn't want to look at Rafe right now. She flinched as she heard him throw something, but didn't bother to turn to see what it was. She didn't want to know. She didn't care to know.
"We could do anything we want," Rafe breathed. He gripped the sides of the chair. Bexley heard intensity in his voice. "We literally have the money and power to get away with anything."
She felt a chill run up her spine.
Even though she loved him, Bexley was confident in her idea that Rafe Cameron was the last person in the world that should have the power to get away with anything.
The boy leaned back in his chair, shutting his eyes. He was having a power high. And, because he'd snorted a line of cocaine barely half an hour ago, he was having an actual high too. Not that Bexley noticed. Rafe was so happy with himself that she didn't.
Bexley also closed her eyes, hugging herself. She didn't want to be here. She tried to picture herself at home. Then, she realized she didn't know what home looked like. She pictured herself at Rafe's house, and still felt unsettled. She pictured herself at Susan's, and felt a lump of grief in her throat. She pictured herself at home in The Cut, with Madelyn, and she felt sick. She didn't have a good home to picture. Not anymore.
