WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Thirty-One (Rafe)

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Rafe

Nassau, Bahamas

The sun has barely been up for an hour and I'm sweating my ass off already in this hot ass truck with hundreds of pounds of gold in the back of it. Part of me is shocked the wheels didn't pop and deflate from the weight of it.

My body feels the burn from more than just the heat in the air but the heat of my muscles after having to help load the shit into the bed of the truck. I don't mind though. I've found that physical labor has helped me with keeping my mental right. Keeping all those triggers away that have been trying to creep back into my mind and drag me down into the darkness.

"Island is lively this morning." Dad says as he drives over the bridge. "Never seen so many kids up so early before."

I shrug and grunt before checking my phone. A text from Alana that brings a smile to my face. She's in the kitchen with her laptop and notes all set up and takes a selfie to show off the tank top and shorts she's wearing. No bra either. This is what's waiting for you at home. In case you forgot because of some cute girl in a bikini on the Nassau beaches. I adjust myself in the seat and do my best to hide the fact my cock got instantly hard looking at just a picture of her with the little reminder that she's at home waiting for me.

Home... She knows that Tannyhill is her home.

I reach for the bottle of water and chug it. We hit a bump and some of it spills onto my shorts. Great... Now I'm hiding a boner along with the wet spot that looks like I pissed myself or came in my own pants.

I reply to Alana a picture of my lap. Look what you did to me. That is all I say and Dad furrows his brows when he catches sight of the wet spot on my shorts.

"Why did you take a picture of your wet lap, son?" He looks forward again and slams on the breaks and curses. "Fucking assholes, why'd they stop? What the hell's going on?"

Kids are circling around all our vehicles and banging on the doors and trying to talk to us. But all I hear is fucking screeching like pterodactyls. The sound making me wish my ears would just bleed and go deaf already.

I fucking hate children with a passion.

"Hey!" I shout trying to scare them off. "Back the fuck off! Little fucking rodents."

Dad grills me. "Relax." He says then turns to the kids. "Hey- off the car! Please! Don't touch the truck! Back up, alright?"

I open the door and a few kids fall to the ground. One is holding his nose while blood pours out. Serves him right. I gave a fair warning to back the fuck off. "I fucking hate kids." I say out loud.

"I don't have to ever worry about you having kids." Dad grunts as he maneuvers the truck and gets us out of that spot. Away from the kids who are fucking everything up. As he starts pulling off he realizes the kids set traps for the guards that are driving front and back of us.

Fuck.

"See? This is why I hate fucking kids." I say to Dad as he leaves nothing but a cloud of dust in place of the truck as he starts going up and down side streets to get us to another way to the plane to get this shit traded off to the bankers.

We end up on a road that is surrounded by fields. Now there's a detour here too and it's clearly all a fucking set up. Someone on this island had a big mouth and is trying to get this gold from us.