WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Sixty-Seven (Rafe)

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN

Rafe

"Aye, I think I should get a gold tooth made out of this shit." Barry says and I roll my eyes at him while holding a bottle in my hands that I was about to pour for the two of us. Alana's lounging on the deck with us and reading a book, doing her best to ignore Barry who hasn't fucking stopped checking her out once.

"Dude, stop touching the shit. Put it back. I don't want your nasty hands all over the shit." I swear he's worse than a fucking child. "God... Did you used to get your ass beat as a kid? I feel like you never listened."

"Mama used to hit me with a wooden spoon." Barry says with a grin as he puts the gold bar back down into the case. "Listen, my aunt got some connections. We gonna do this and do it good."

"Listen this shit is mint. I'm not trying to deal with some half assed Pogue shit with a reject from Zales. Alright?"

"Aye, watch how you talk about my auntie, she's a good person, man. You'd like her. She's legally blind in one eye and has a chipped tooth in the front but she's good to be around. Sometimes she drinks a little too much and pees herself-"

"That's actually fucking horrendous." Alana adds in without even looking away from her book.

"Mama Bear, you ain't gonna be judging no one in a few months when you shit yourself trying to push that kid out." Barry counters back.

Alana sits straight up and puts the book down. "That's not a thing."

"My Mama told me and I didn't believe her. When my sister had her kid in the backyard I swear I thought I was seeing things. She shit like five times."

I look at Alana and we both are just as confused. "I'm sorry," I lean toward Barry. "Did you just say that your sister gave birth... In the back yard?"

Barry nods like it's fucking normal. "Okay... Most people have kids at a hospital. Not in the back yard-"

"I was born in the bathtub." Alana chimes in. "John B did the shitting for my mom."

Not this shit again. "Alright, you know what. You two discuss taking a shit, I'm going to work on getting this gold situated because apparently I'm the only one here who gives a fuck about moving this shit so we can cash out before we're caught."

"It's untraceable." Alana argues. "You're fine. Your dad would be an idiot to try to show up here and take it away. Anyone who even tries to point that finger at you would be an idiot. Technically it was you who was trying to donate it in your father's name. Correct? So... Who would know?"

"I don't think you're understanding how important this is for our future. You sit there and say you want normalcy but how can we do that if we end up fucked over because you two can't take a single bit of this serious?"

"Excuse you?" Alana stands up and walks toward me. "I'm taking this very serious. I mean you didn't include me in stealing the cross- you make the choice yourself. I would have told you to let it go. But no... You go off and do things without me. So you know what? Handle this without me. I'm out."

"Don't walk away from me."

"I'm not walking away from you, Clyde. I'm walking away from this bullshit cross situation. You and Barry can handle it. You already have, haven't you? What am I? Just your fucking baby mama."

I reach for her wrist and she snatches it away. "Don't act like that."

"Like what?"