LITTLE SECRET | RAFE CAMERON

07: 𝘋𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺

R A F E

Rafe pulled into the driveway of the lighted Blakely house, leaving the engine running as Alice reached for her bag in the back seat. The ten-minute drive was...very quiet, even though he knew how much she usually liked to talk.

But with him, she was silent, no longer used to his presence and attention.

„Thanks for the ride" She said and unbuckled the seatbelt, which retracted back into its holder.

Rafe looked at the house in front of them, just to avoid looking at Alice in the passenger seat. „yeah, don't thank me."

He had no problem driving her home, after all, it was late and if he could make sure she got home safely, he always would. But in the back of his mind were thoughts of the plans that awaited him.

Really important plans.

Alice opened her door and let the cold of the night into his car, but instead of closing it again, she held it for a moment and turned to Rafe again. Her eyes found their way to his, dark brown - almost black in the light of the night - and yet they had an almost warming effect on him.

„Good night, Rafe" She gave him a soft smile, and the warmth inside him only grew warmer.

If it hadn't been for that appointment at the Cut - the part of the island he really hated - Rafe would have taken more time on the way to her house. After everything that had happened, it was no longer common for her to sit in his car and have a normal conversation with him, if at all.

And yet she even gave him one of her precious smiles.

Something about Alice had always puzzled him.

Sarah had several girl friends and in his eyes they were all so easy to get. Well, sometimes he had been the reason why Sarah had to cut off certain friends.

Or rather, his bed was the reason.

It was the same game every time and he always won in the end.

One of her little girl friends came over, he introduced himself with a charming smile on his lips and only a week later they were panting and moaning beneath him.

A simple game for him but Alice...

He tried the same thing with her as they grew older, using the exact same smile that usually worked with every other girl, and she was still the only one who resisted him so far.

Her panting and moaning were things he could only imagine.

Rafe watched as she walked to her house. Her dress blew lightly in the passing breeze, her hair waved at the ends as she rang the doorbell and waited for the front door to open.

Mrs. Blakely greeted her daughter warmly with a kiss on the temple and closed the front door, leaving him to the darkness of the night.

She was home and safe, so he put his car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway.

He drove down the street and instead of heading back home, at the next intersection he took the road that led to the Cut.

The longer he drove, the fewer modern houses rolled by. The streets became uneven, many shacks with broken windows, shabby front yards, and people creeping around.

This wasn't his world, and it never would be.

But in those dark streets, her scent wafted around his car. The scent of her vanilla perfume mixed with a warm sweetness.

He drove past the endless row of old trailers until he came to the last one. A campfire was burning in the front yard, with a handful of men gathered around it. Broken chairs in the grass, motorcycles parked in front of the trailer, and a somber atmosphere he knew all too well by now.

Rafe parked on the adjacent street and opened the small compartment on the side of the passenger seat.

The same seat Alice was sitting in a few minutes ago.

He pulled out a gun which he tucked into his waistband, adjusting his shirt so it was no longer visible and made his way up to the outworn trailer.

A growl from the men around the fire accompanied him as he opened the transparent door that led directly to the front porch.

„Hey, Barry"

The black-haired dealer sat in a tattered chair, two other guys in plastic chairs next to him, while loud music played. Cups on the floor, bottles overturned and an unpleasant smell surrounded Rafe.

„Hey, Country Club, what's good with you, man?" Barry rose from the squeaky chair.

The two gave each other a quick handshake before entering his trailer together.

A blonde girl lay on the old couch, her shirt on the floor, her eyes closed. The straps of her red bra had slipped off her shoulders, while an empty syringe lay in her hand, hanging down from the couch.

She was either asleep...or unconscious.

The sight made Rafe grimace in disgust, even though he was there himself.

„Alright, let's see what we have here" Barry entered a room.

His bedroom, although Rafe wasn't quite sure since there were obviously more people sleeping there than just him.

He pulled a old bag out of the closet and unzipped it while Rafe rubbed his nose impatiently.

„Is this what we're looking for?" He asked, waving a small bag of white powder in front of his eyes.

„Yeah, yeah" Rafe nodded.

"You got my money?"

He licked his lips and fidgeted with the gold rings around his finger. „I was hoping for a little credit"

Barry shook his head and closed the bag again.

„Come on, bro, you know how fast I'll get you your money, right?"

Barry stuffed the bag back into the closet and Rafe's eyes followed him frantically. „I'll be back here in—" He inhaled sharply and rubbed the back of his neck with unease. „—two days, tops."

„Mm-hm" Barry hummed, showing that he didn't believe a word he said.

Rafe had tried to pull himself together in the car with Alice earlier, but it had been too long since his last line.

He needed something and he needed it now.

„I'll give you double," Rafe blurted out.

Barry slowly looked back at him with interest in his eyes.

„Double the money, in two days" Rafe assured him, although he had no idea where the hell he was going to get all that money from.

„Let me tell you something, man. You're stupid, cause if you screw me, it's not just me you're screwing"

„I heard you, man" He raised his hands in understanding and nodded. „loud and clear."

Oh, he definitely heard him, but whether he understood was the more important question.