WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Twenty-Seven (Rafe)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Rafe

Two Nights Later

The sweet citrus smell of Alana's hair fills my nose while her body is pressed against mine as she sleeps. Her ass pressed against my still hard cock from earlier tonight while my arms cradle her to hold her as close as humanly possible to me. If her I can't feel her heartbeat and hear her sleeping breaths I can't find it in myself to sleep.

I count her breaths until I'm asleep each and every night since we've been allowed to share a bed. Holding her stops my body from shaking rapidly when I start to have a night terror along with a flashback to the day on the tarmac.

All of it has been triggering me in different ways. Anger and resentment and the fact my old man is back to either stepping on egg shells around me or he just completely goes behind my back because he's terrified of how I'll respond to a situation.

Which only upsets me more.

I take in another inhale of that citrus scent and ease the flashbacks from my mind. I force my mind back to happy thoughts... Alana is a happy place for me. She's my happy thought. When I start to fly off the handle and feel like I can't control my emotions any longer- that I need drugs again or to drink it all away... I think of her. I think of her smile and her laugh. How she's already read that book I got her three times and she's been underlining and color coding everything.

I did a little bit of research and found a complete series that's similar to that one I got her which is the only one available right now. I got as much as I could to diversify that bookcase in the library but she always goes back to that one book now.

Thinking about her and having her in my arms at the same time... I press a kiss to her forehead and she hums softy in her sleep.

Or what was her sleep in the moment.

"You're pushing your luck, Rafe Cameron..." She mutters sleepily. "Three times already tonight, I cannot do that again."

I snort and kiss her temple again. "I only wanted to kiss you goodnight. Get your mind out of the gutter and go back to sleep."

After our explosion of a fight the other day and how she still holds anger toward me for the possible deaths of John B and Sarah, after she saw that library section set up just for her I may have earned some brownie points.

And sex.

Lots of sex.

She starts online school next week and the councilor she's been having her enrollment meetings with said that with her grades alone she will have enough credits by the end of her first semester to graduate early if she wants. She'll be surpassing all of her peers which to me is extremely impressive.

I wasn't happy about all of it at first. I sort of wanted her just to be a little housewife and take care of everything until I saw that look in her eyes when Rose let her help with redesigning the website and got Alana her own laptop to work from.

That was the moment I realized I had been the biggest fucking dick out there. Lot's of "I love you" and "I'm sorry" came out of my mouth for hours after. Alana still seems a little closed off to talking about it but...

"Don't rub your ass on me like that if you're going to shut me down." I tell her with warning.

She giggles and I can see she's still got her eyes closed. "Calm down, Clyde. I'm just getting comfortable."

"You weren't before?" My hand pulls her tighter to me until she sits straight up. "Alright fine. I won't-"

"No, I have to pee. Thanks." She gets up and goes to the bathroom next door, still a little confused from the room switch I see her want to go across the hall but she stops and then turns to go to the bathroom.

I stay laying down and looking at the empty space in the bed next to me. I never want this bed to be empty again. I don't think I could ever sleep without that citrus scent soothing me like a baby back to sleep each night.

The door creaks open and I sink further into my pillow knowing she's coming back into bed with me. But when I feel a hand on my shoulder I know it's not Alana. Especially when that musk smell fills my nose. And the tang of iron.. Blood?

"Dad?" I say turning around and he presses a finger to his lips. "What the hell-"

"I need your help..."

Alana comes back to bed and I kiss her when she's laying back down. "I'll be back. Stay here." I tell her and she nods before drifting back off to sleep.

She's stopped asking questions when my old man is involved now. I think she's possibly terrified or knows that she can just trust it to be taken care of.

Dad and I walk downstairs and head outside to his truck. That iron smell hits my nose again and churns my stomach.

My mind starts to flash back to the smell of Peterkin's blood on the tarmac. To JJ and Pope's blood on my face and hands when I beat their fucking asses the day John B and Sarah tried to make a run for it and died at sea.

The look on my old man's face stuns me. As he turns to me and says, "Stay quiet and don't freak out."

He pulls back a tarp and bile starts to burn the back of my throat. I can feel the heave of a gag threatening to contract that reflex. I know exactly what it is in there but stupidly I ask him anyways. "What is that?"

Dad nods. "It's a body, son."

"Oh my God."

"Rafe-"

"Oh. My. God. It's a fucking body-"

"Shh!" He hushes me viciously.

I ignore his warnings.

"W-Who's body? D-D-Did you do this? Oh my god, it's a fucking body." My feet are moving as fast as my heart is thundering in my chest. This can't be real it has to be a fucking prank. I've just started to learn to relax myself again and now have flashbacks to the blood on my own hands and now-

I continue to question him and eventually he claps a hand over my mouth and tells me to stop it. To shut the fuck up and just help him get rid of it.

"It's Gavin." He confesses.

"Gavin? Gavin- the pilot?" He nods. "What'd he do? I don't.. I don't get it. What did he do? What did you do?" I try to swallow but it's impossible. My stomach feels like it's filled with concrete but yet it's boiling at the same exact time.

"He was blackmailing us, son. I trusted him to fly that plane to the Bahamas to get the gold there and I gave him the gun... The gun you used to shoot and kill Peterkin-" My blood runs cold and the boiling in my stomach intensifies. "He was supposed to toss it into the water while on the plane and he didn't. He kept it so he could try to get more money from us. Gavin said you were a psychopath, I won't sugarcoat this. Rafe, he was going to have you thrown in prison and turn you in. Remember how you protected me? This was me protecting you."

I nod. "You protected me..."

"So help me bring his body to the boat..." He says calmly. "Please."

But my mind couldn't wrap all of this around it. "When you protect me... You protect Alana, you know that right?" She's all that's on my mind right now but I just keep hoping she doesn't come out onto that balcony right now. Dad nods and we bring Gavin's body to the Druthers.

As I'm walking back up to the house I stop on the front steps, turn toward the bushes that Rose begged to have planted there... And I hurl my fucking guts out to the point I start seeing stars.