WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Nineteen (Rafe)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Rafe

"Who's account should I put these drinks under?" The server asks.

"Uh, Cameron. Ward Cameron." I reply quickly. "Should be all set." She nods and I look over to where Topper is still pacing.

He's been nearly insufferable since Sarah broke up with him but I guess I've been just as miserable since Dad kicked me out and Alana hasn't even tried to reach out to me.

Kelce starts making jokes about Sarah and John B, I ignore it because at least he's not-

"Nah, I bet JJ is trying to make some moves back on Alana. You think she's beat his ass yet? Or maybe-"

"That's enough of that." I raise my hand up in surrender and then sip the whiskey from my glass. "Let's just have a good day I've got enough bullshit going on. Plus, isn't she your friend? Why would you want to make jokes about her?"

Kelce shrugs and checks his phone. "Oh I forgot to tell you that she texted me about you."

I run over to his side. "What'd she say?"

He laughs in my face and hides his phone from me. "Dude... Desperate is not a good look on you. I'm still trying to figure out how the fuck she pull that off..."

"Pulled what off?"

Topper sighs. "Having you wrapped around her finger. Everyone sees it, Rafe."

I turn my attention back to Kelce. "What the hell did she say?"

Kelce looks at his phone and shake his head. "Uh, she said-" Kelce puts on his best impression of her as he reads the text from his phone. "Hey Kelce, I'm working tonight until closing if you want to come by The Wreck. It's Wednesday so it'll be slow."

Blinking at him, Topper and I both scoff at him. "Now what the fuck does that have to do with me?"

"She's basically telling me to bring you there to see her."

I shake my head at him. "Nah... I think her and I are done. It was a one-time thing and it'll never happen again. Pogues are a different breed of people and she... She's one of them."

Kelce narrows his glare at me. His brows meeting in confusion. "She's far from being one of them. That's bullshit and you know it, Rafe."

A car pulls up loudly and I hear a commotion toward the entrance of the club, hearing a voice that I would never expect to hear on this side of the island and especially not where my family name and reputation is at stake.

"Rafe Cameron!" Barry yells in a sing-song voice.

"Shit." I rush to the front gate and pull out over toward the lawn. "What the fuck are you doing here? You got your money-"

"Oh yeah? I got my money? Then why's your whole family just think I'm some bitch they can push around and shit on all day? Hm? First your dad comes and starts breaking kneecaps at my house-"

"You got your money."

"That's not the fucking point!" Barry argues back. "I ain't some little bitch."

"No one said you were." Arguing with him is like arguing with a fucking child.

He laughs. "No? No? I'm not? Then why did your sister show up with her fucking friends and that bitch you been fucking to steal money out my house."