White Mustang - Rafe Cameron

The Storm

"Help me by checking if it has enough gas, please baby."

"Sure" I headed for the bottom of the boat.

"Rafe?" After checking that we were full of gas I went upstairs.

"Shhh, get down"

Without asking any more questions I crouched down and crawled to Rafe's side.

"Who are we hiding from?" I whispered to him.

Before he could answer me, Rafe peeked out to check something and quickly ducked back down.

"Listen" he whispered back

Then I heard a very familiar voice

"It's not going to make it across the ocean either. It's not big enough" John B said

Why are they looking for a big ship?

"Groff would nab the crown before we were halfway to Morocco"

Morocco? Groff?

Rafe and I stood up a little as we heard their voices trailing off.

The Pogues were on a fucking cop boat.

God, I love them

Rafe and I saw them pull up in a boat ahead of us and JJ jumped into it to start to well... borrow it?

The others followed.

"Morocco it is" Rafe got up and started to pick up his stuff.

"Wait" I got up and followed him 'With this boat we won't go very far, they said so themselves'.

"No, not you. But I am"

Then I grabbed him by the wrist and he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Rafe, come on. We talked about this last night, I won't let you go alone. It's either both of us or neither of us."

"I can't let you go to Morocco with me, it could get messy" Rafe squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"I don't care."

"Well, I do" Rafe started to raise his voice a little.

Just as I was about to answer, I heard police sirens, the boys had been spotted.

Then Rafe grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bottom of the boat.

"Listen Bree, it's not that I don't want you to go with me but it's not vacations. I'm going to get our money back and if Groff goes crazy and something happens I would never forgive myself" Rafe said to me while grabbing my shoulders with both hands.

"Now you listen to me" I pulled out of his grip and pushed him to the wall of the boat "I'm not a child, I know what I'm doing and if for a moment you think I'm going to let you go to another fucking continent alone you're fucking stupid. I wouldn't forgive myself either if something happens to you".

"Yeah but Bree-"

"No, I can take it. We'll both go" I started to walk out of the boat.

"Where are you going?"

"We're going to get another boat and rescue those idiots."

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"Mr and Mrs Country Club!"

"Barry, so good to see you" I offered him a fake smile.

"What brings you here? Rafe, don't tell me you relapsed, how long had you been clean? almost two years? Well, whatever."

"Cut it, Barry. We actually need a favor" Rafe walked in front of me, standing between me and Barry.

"The keys to my new boat" He took his keys out of his pocket and held them out to Barry "We need your boat urgently, as collateral take ours"