WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Forty-Eight (Rafe)

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Rafe

She's a liar.

She's nothing but a fucking liar and a user.

My heart is crushing under the weight of all the hurt and betrayal that's coursing through my veins and setting into my bones. Filling my body with a newfound form of hatred and anger. She got in the driver's seat of my father's truck and JJ Maybank in the front seat? Sitting a little too close for my own comfort.

Maybe it was wrong of me to track her down and watch her location. Maybe I should have just texted her and asked for the truth. If I say the magic word she's not allowed to lie to me. It might be too late for that now but I've got more important things going on than to worry about her driving off with JJ fucking Maybank.

I follow into the old church where she was and the citrus smell of her perfume still lingers. I suck in a deep breath of it and Renfield looks at me like I've got seven heads. I grill him as I look down on the ground where they tried to hide the cross horribly.

"Really? Some pillows on it? Are they stupid?" Renfield scolds. "Grab the boys, we're going to need help loading this sucker into the truck."

"They're your friends. You go get them." I tell him. "I'm not lifting shit."

"You want a cut? You lift." Renfield seethes but I look at my phone to see what direction Alana is going. Why would they rush out of here the way they did? Why wouldn't Kie and Sarah ride with her? Why did she bring all the boys in the truck? "Hey, lover boy- snap out of it. Your bitch didn't text you back? Get over it. Find a new broad."

My reflexes kick in instantly and I find myself with my forearm pressed to his throat while I back him against the wall. His face going red as he struggles to find a breath. Meanwhile I'm struggling to find a fuck to give.

"You ever refer to my wife as a bitch or a broad or anything else disrespectful ever again I will leave you here as nothing short of a corpse, Shrimpy. You understand me?" I growl at him and feel all the rage I feel toward JJ being so close to Alana and Alana lying to me coursing through my body.

Renfield is taking the brunt of it but it's not like he doesn't deserve it.

He croaks a breath and I release him slowly. "Next time I'll snap your fucking neck if you utter another word about my wife."

The idiot nearly falls to his knees coughing and trying to catch his breath. With one subtle glare he goes outside and whistles for his ranger friends. They come in and it takes a while to get the cross wrapped and into the back of the truck. The fucking thing is heavy as shit.

It's dark now and once we're finally back on the main road I see a truck broken down and crashed. People standing in the road. It's not Dad's truck but it's the one Kie was driving. Dad's truck is parked behind it and Alana is standing in the road with her friends.

I pull the truck over, I don't know what suddenly comes over me but I can't in my right mind drive past her. I put the truck in park, shut it off, and take the keys with me. I'll be damned if Renfield tries to drive off with the cross and leave me in the dust.

I hop out of the truck and Alana looks like a deer in the headlights.

"R-Rafe?" She breathes out.

"Get in the truck." I point to the one I'm driving with the cross in the back. "Now."

She freezes. "Alana I'm not asking you. I'm telling you to get in the fucking truck. Avocado."