WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Sixty-Five (Rafe)

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

Rafe

Kildare

The sun is coming up early this morning and I'm on fire... Not actually on fire but I feel like it. We got the cross and set it up to melt it down in Barry's yard. Alana texted me close to 10PM last night that was coming back early and not to be shocked by her new vehicle. Again.. Something she'd have to explain.

I watched her location all night and she should be here any minute. I called her and told her just to go to Barry's and I'd explain shit myself. I check her location again and there's no need. She pulls up in the driveway and gets out of a car that I recognize. Renfield's car.

"How'd you get that?"

"Long story short? Dad gave Limbrey a fake magic bathrobe and she rewarded me with a car." She shrugs and the exhaustion on her face kills me.

I take her into my arms and walk with her toward the incinerator. Barry looks her up and down and claps his hands loudly. "Well, well, well. If it ain't the Mama to be."

Alana flips Barry off. I want to laugh but I watch for Barry's reaction. He slaps his chest and feigns offence at her gesture. She doesn't smile. She doesn't even seem to care. She looks at the incinerator and back to me.

"You want to talk about your dad?" I ask her softly, my hand running over her stomach and she shakes her head. "You sure? How did he react to uh... This?"

Her eyes look at me with darkness. Tired and anger. "You don't want to know the things he said. You might actually kill him."

"And what did John B say?" I narrow my gaze her. "Come on, you can talk to me."

"Yeah," Barry says draping an arm over her other side and standing with us. "You can talk to us. We're like a family now. Sorry for what I said before, blah, blah, blah. I'm just happy that we all get some dough out of this."

Alana glares deathly at Barry. "Get your fucking hands off of me before I throw you into the fire with that cross."

"Ouch." He takes a step back. "Mama bear is ready to bite my fucking head off."

I kiss her on the temple, still having my arms wrapped around her. "As she fucking should. Light this shit up."

"Hell nah, Daddio. You go on and do that. I ain't getting myself caught in the flames. Shit could melt me down to nothing if I get too close. You go on and do it, Pops."

"You got a mouth on you for someone who I could easily toss into the flames." I shake my head as I reluctantly let go of my wife, who smartly takes a step back away from the incinerator. "At least hand me the damn matches, Bare."

Barry salutes me. "Yes, sir, Daddio."

"Stop that." I say with the box of matches in my hand. "I ain't into that shit."

"You don't like being called Daddy?" Barry teases me as he takes a swig from the bottle of whiskey. "Aye, Pogue girl, your man don't like being called Daddy?"

Alana flips him off again.

"You flip me that finger again I'm gonna-"

I toss in the match and close the fire into the pit. Rising to my feet and getting into Barry's face. "You threatening my wife? You know how easily I could snap you like a fucking toothpick right now? Throw you into these flames? Every dollar I count will have your ashes mixed in, don't fucking play with me about my wife."