WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Sixty-Two (Rafe)

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

Rafe

Alana tossed on one of my shirts and put her sneakers on before heading out the door. I grab her by the waist and swirl her into my arms again and give her another kiss.

She doesn't want me to go with her to see Big John and I understand why but at the same time I don't like that she won't have me there in case she needs a getaway or someone to be on her side if things go wrong.

The things that poor girl has told me about Big John Routledge I don't want her to get her heartbroken by him ever again. The guy chose gold and treasure hunting over both his kids. Over his wife too. Just for him to what? Fake his own death?

My blood is boiling with my father but taking a step back I realize that it's no wonder him and Big John had once been friends. They're cut from the same cloth. Two Pogues who wanted more. Who wanted to get out of the cut. My old man made it with true hard work and dedication while Big John did nothing but hunt treasure, get nowhere with it, and steal from his kids. Resulting in him faking his death?

His fake death that my old man was about to go down for if he didn't fake his own fucking death. Birds of a feather. They flock together. It makes me sick. Now my father is taking the fortune that is rightfully not only mine, but Alana's, Sarah's, Wheezie's and my kid's.

To donate it as a way to "atone" for the things our family has done? He's out of his fucking mind. I didn't risk my life against Renfield and Limbrey to get that cross for him to donate it. Alana and Sarah didn't get shipwrecked on an island for a month and nearly starve or become dehydrated to death over trying to get it back for him to donate it. We didn't almost die escaping Carlos Singh for him to donate it.

But... The cross can't be donated if it never makes it to it's destination. If it never arrives then..

After Alana leaves I head over to Rockfish Boathouse where I know a certain someone who will do anything for money hangs out day and night now since he thinks he's untouchable. Runs his mouth about how he threw me to the cops like a piece of scrap meat being thrown to wolves.

I go in strapped, no lie about that. I don't trust Barry as far as I could throw him. I especially still keep my eye out for him since that threat he made about my wife. Months ago now but that wound still stings.

"Well I'll be damned. Look who it is!" Barry announces to the place. "Country Club in the building, ya'll! How you doing Rafe?" He clearly wants to rile me up.

"Came for a chat. I come in peace." I say as I slide past him toward a table in the back. I sit down and he brings his beer over and plops down across from me. "Think I was up for what? Murder one, cause of you... Right?" I look at him and he knows what the fuck he did.

He sips his beer. "Yeah. Sounds about right."

I hold my hands up in defense. "It's all good man, listen I'm moving on in my life. I got big things going for me. Really big things."

"Yeah? You still with that Pogue girl?"

I nod. "Married her."

"Interesting." Barry leans back, his beer close to his lips "Next you gonna tell me you need me to take care of another body, huh?"

"Nah," I cross my arms. "You see I found and obtained a very nice artifact of great value. Great, great value and my old man thinks he can just... Send it away. Steal it from me and send it off without getting a penny for it."