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Rafe and I swiftly and quietly boosted down the private small and dark brown staircase that was unfamiliar to me during my stay, trying our best to be secretive to bypass our entire strategy going to shit. Agitated breaths escaped my mouth, keeping the gun in my moistening and trembling hand, while Rafe quietly and strictly led us, and directed us through the layout of the massive and richly decorated home.
"Okay. Hey." I whispered, watching his feet momentum increase, and I immediately began practically slipping down the wooden stairs, attempting to stay directly behind him.
"Hey. Hey, Rafe." I whispered, but he kept dismissing my utterances and focused on making it down to the final steps, as he loudly panted.
"Rafael. Rafe, Rafe, Rafe, Rafe." I quietly rambled, growing impatient, reaching the final step, and he quietly sprinted towards the small creaked wooden door, discreetly peeking through.
"Rafe," I whispered, appearing from behind, watching his head snap towards me in disturbance, almost making our sharp noses touch each other from our tiny distance, and quickly uttered, "What?"
"Hey, hey, let me see the phone." I exhaled, taking a couple of steps back, while my hand tightened around the small gun that was still in my grasp, and pressed it toward his muscular toned stomach.
"Why?" He swiftly peeked down, bringing in my tongue click on the roof of my mouth, feeling my lower stomach bubbling up in apprehensiveness.
"Just give it to me. You're more experienced with a gun than me." I whispered, carefully shifting the loaded small black gun in my hand, now making my hard clasp land on the cold barrel.
"Okay. Okay. Careful with the gun." Rafe panted, sending his thick hand excavating into the fancy dark navy pocket that was in his suit. He yanked the small phone out of his deep pocket, before my free hand shot up, leveling with his arm, waiting for him to pass the guard's phone we stole.
He placed the phone on my hand and gently snared the cold gun from my shaking clasp. My damp thumb and fingertips instantly tapped on the phone, watching it brighten with a pretty beach sunset background. I paid no mind to the background any longer and swiped up to unlock, and to my shock, it wasn't included with a stupid password that would be impossible for me to break down.
