Behind the psycho || Rafe Cameron x Reader || OBX fanfic

thirty-three🦋

I think you can tell the contents of this chapter by the song✋

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Rafe wrapped a towel he found hanging outside one of the shacks near the dock around my drenched clothes and watched me, pushing a stubborn strand of hair behind my ear. "Wait here," he said with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Where are you going?" I grabbed his hand. His fingers were slightly creased from the water.

"Gonna get dry clothes." He shrugged. "And maybe a way outta here."

I stood up, letting the towel pool at my feet. "Let me come with you—"

"No—no, you can't." He shook his head. "I need to..." He winced.

"What?" I grabbed the towel and started gently drying my hair. "Don't you have money?"

He smirked. "Wet—yes." He pulled out his dripping wallet and his phone. 

"Shit," I spat and held my head. "So what? You're gonna steal?"

Rafe paused, considering his answer. "Maybe." I sighed. "Hey I mean sometimes a Kook's gotta dabble in the Pogue life too, you know?" He crossed his arms with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. That's Rafe alright. Leave him to insult the Pogues any chance he'll get. "Let's go."

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Rafe pointed at a rich-looking couple walking down the gangway of the ship from behind a column in front of some local stores selling tourist stuff. Leave it to him to find the wealthiest people among many others.

"Absolutely not," I said as the wind blew my semi-dry hair.

"Come on," he groaned and flung his hand towards the ship. "They probably have return tickets to Guadeloupe." He looked down at me and it was hard not to agree.

"Fine." I turned towards them. "What's your plan?"

The corner of his mouth curled. "We tell them we know a great jeweller and then lead them to the back of that street," he pointed to an alley with graffiti on the walls, "and then take em out." I cringed, and he noticed. "Look," he held my face to look at me, "it'll be okay, alright? We need to go home." Home.

I pursed my lips and nodded. We started making our way to them, greeting and welcoming random people along the way and asking them if they wanted free guides for the island. The couple were already interested once we reached them.

"Welcome to Barbados! We're two local guides for this incredibly vibrant island," I said with a smile and gestured between me and Rafe. "This is Raphael," I saw him biting the inside of his cheek as he crinkled his eyebrows in confusion and probably, irritation. "If you'd like we can take you to all the local hotspots, including a jeweller's that most tourists often overlook," I wiggled my eyebrows at the woman. Rafe was borderline exploding with the heat radiating off him.

"This way," he grumbled and gestured. The couple walked in front of us as Rafe's hand slid up my hip and squeezed my waist. "Don't ever fucking call me that again," he breathed in my ear.

I tip-toed up to him and whispered, "Okay, Mr Cameron."

He shook his head with a smirk and grabbed my ass, making me gasp. "Focus—we have a job to do." Shameless bitch.

As I was about to reply angrily, the couple turned back and asked, "Is it this way—in this alley?" Rafe's hand didn't fucking leave my body as he nodded innocently with a smile. The couple, oblivious to what was happening, walked into the alley, noting the graffiti. "It's a beautiful country, isn't it Dan? I can't believe we were lucky enough to have found this pair," the woman said and turned back to us with a giggle as she gripped Dan's arm.