WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Fifty-Eight (Rafe)

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

Rafe

My bed has been empty for a month. For an entire month I've felt this gnawing feeling inside of me. Pains that nothing could touch. No amount of whiskey would heal. I had no drugs. I had no cocaine and I had no Alana.

Today I woke up high as fuck and not because of coke. No... Because I have my girl in my arms sleeping with me. I got a taste of her last night and I fucking ravished on her three more times after that. Waking up this morning I almost forgot we're being held as captives in this room.

Alana gets up and looks at me with a smile. "We need to get out of this place, Rafe.. I want to run away with you and go home.. To Tannyhill."

My chest hurts as she says that. "Alana... We can't go back there. Dad needs me.. He needs us and... Alana I can't raise a kid without help from my dad financially. I need to at least tell him and give him proof that there's a baby now. Our kid deserves to have a cut of the fortune that's sitting in a safe. I've got ends that need to be tied up."

She nods and then darts to the bathroom.

Her retching is loud and I toss my head back. I bang on the other door to where the guard is. "Hey! Hey, listen, my wife needs water or food or something. She's pregnant."

"Yeah right." He reply is muffled. "She don't seem so pregnant to me."

I kick at the door. "She's nineteen weeks today." The words swallow me whole. She's almost halfway done... If her calculations are right. I hold my breath and kick the door again. "She needs to eat something, she's fucking puking her guts out, guy. Get her something to eat and drink before I kick the door down and kick your skull into the floor boards."

"I must ask Mr. Singh first." He says and I hear his footsteps fade away. I go to the bathroom door and Alana is coming out and her breath is minty fresh.

"I used to hate the green mouthwash. I think it's my best friend now." She says before walking to the wardrobe. "Perfect." She grabs a dress of a different color but same style as yesterday. "Singh really wanted to play dress up with me." As she slips it on it's a little tight. I do the zipper of it for her and when she turns around it's obvious now that she's starting to have a little bump.

"Wow..." I say in amazement. "I mean you look amazing and I'd love to bend you over right now but... You... You're uh.."

She nods. "I know."

The guard comes back and opens the door slightly. Handing a bottle of water and piece of bread through the crack of the doorway. Wow... How fucking considerate. I hand it to Alana and then a box is placed into my hand.

"Seriously?" I look at it and the guard shrugs.

"Mr. Singh wants proof."

I hand the box of pregnancy tests to Alana and her jaw drops. "Well. Guess if we didn't already know we're going to know now."

Within a few minutes Alana hands both tests to the guard through the door. She purposely got piss all over them so it would get on his hands. The groan he made when he realized there was piss on his hands made me laugh so hard I snorted.

I take a moment a look at Alana... My wife. The girl that's saved me all this time and even though I fucked up so much she's still come back to me. "I saw the tests."

She smiles softly. "They lit up instantly."

"I'm sure they did." I reply and look at the locked door. "Listen... Follow my lead. I'm going to get us out of here. Just.. Get some shoes on and get ready to just trust me. Avocado."

"Avocado." She parrots back to me. "I trust you, Rafe Cameron."

The guard comes back and slips a note under the door. Mr. Singh and the other guards are currently leaving in a haste and Alana looks to me and nods. She grabs the note and sees that Singh says he is not going to excuse her for not knowing where the diary is but he will deal with her more gently than me.

Alana rips the letter in half. "I want him dead."

"I know." I tell her with a nod. "He'll get his soon enough. For now? We need to get the fuck out of dodge."

We wait a few minutes until all the trucks are gone from the driveway and see that all the guards have disappeared. Alana tells me she's pretty certain they're after John B and the others. She could hear them through the window when she was in the bathroom. Something about a text from Portis's phone even though we know he got shot.

"Follow. My. Lead." I whisper and press my finger to my lips. I take a deep breath and grab the lamp and hold it in my hands. "You stupid fucking BITCH. I should have never trusted you!"

Alana looks surprised and then her mouth opens at the realization that this is what she needs to play along with. She pauses and forces herself to start crying. God fucking damn she's good. "Me? I should have never trusted you, Rafe Cameron! I fucking hate you!"

"You fucked JJ Maybank! That's his kid!" I shout and when I pause I whisper. "I love you, I'm sorry. Don't hit me."

"I didn't think you'd find out!" Alana screams back and holds my hand as she says it. Her eyes telling me a completely different story. Her acting is phenomenal I do have to give her that. It's taking everything in me not to kiss her in this moment.

"You're a fucking slut. I'm going to fucking kill you, Alana!" I take the lamp and shatter it against the wall and push her gently toward the bathroom. Making her lay on the floor and covering her with a towel. I pick up a piece of the glass and cut my hand, smearing it on the door and wall to make it seem like she passed out from blood loss. She hands me a bandage that we found in the cabinet I wrap my hand quickly.

I press my finger to my lips again.

She nods and plays dead.

"Hey! You two? What's going on in there?" The guard shouts. We stay silent. "I'm coming in!"

I stay hidden behind the door and watch Alana's body on the floor. She doesn't move an inch and I hold my breath.

"You two were doing the opposite of fighting last night.. Now today you're ready to kill each- Mother Mary and God above..." He says when his eyes fall onto the Alana's body and my blood smeared along the way. "He did a number on you, girl..." He bend down and I take the door and smash it against his face.

The guard groans and I open the door again, kicking him in the face. Shattering his nose and a few of his teeth with my kick. Alana jumps up and grabs the sheets and starts tying him up while I've got him pinned.

"Get his gun!" Alana shouts at me. "I'll grab his phone."

I nod and grab the gun from his waist and phone from his back pocket. I stuff the phone into my own pocket and the gun in the waist of my pants. Alana gets down to his eye level and smirks at him.

"Don't ever put a hand to my husband again."

"Little bitch." He spits at her and she comes to her feet. I pull him up as he's completely tied up. She socks him in the face and busts his lip open more than it had been. He spits the blood all over himself and curses again. "Evil little bitch."

"No." She smiles. "Vengeful... Protective... In love."

She throws another punch at him and it's enough to knock him the fuck out. We make a run for it and I lock the door to keep him in there so when he gets up he can't alert anyone. I hold her hand as we go down the stairs and out through the back door. There's a truck pulling off and I turn to Alana. "Can you run, baby?"

Alana nods slowly. "You hold my hand and you don't let go. Understand me?" I tell her. She nods again. "We're going to make it out of this alive. Avocado."

"Avocado." Her voice is soft as the summer rain. "I love you, Rafe."

"I love you too." I grab her hand with all my might and run as fast as I can.