WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Sixty-Nine (Alana)

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE

Alana

Rafe was gone early this morning. Said he had to go fix something he started. I blew it off and was going to just enjoy a day by the pool when John B called me. Panic in his voice.

"Where was Rafe was last night?" He asks accusingly.

I click my tongue. "We didn't get home from the country club until like eleven, maybe eleven thirty. Why?"

"Someone burned down The Chateau." John B says with a hard swallow. "Oh... And Dad was kidnapped by Carlos Singh."

"I'm sorry- what the actual fuck did you just tell me?"

"Listen, sis, I didn't want to stress you out. I didn't want to drag you into it more than you needed to be. Sarah said you were just trying to relax and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Ward got us a plane and we're going to South America to try to get Dad back from Singh and find El Dorado."

"Where are you?" I ask.

"On the airstrip. Waiting for JJ and Kie."

"I'm going." I run upstairs and start packing up a bag. As much as I can to make a makeshift go-bag to replace the one I used to always have. "Wait for me, please John B. I want to be there. I won't get in the way I just.." I grab Rafe's gun from the dresser and put it into my bag. "Please... Just wait for me."

"Alana..."

"John B. Please."

"Where's Rafe? Put him on the phone. Now." John B demands but I'm already racing back down the stairs, grabbing the keys to the truck and heading out the door. "Alana put Rafe on the fucking phone right now."

"He's not home." I argue loudly as I climb into the driver's seat with a grunt. "I'm on my way. I'll see you soon please don't leave without me. Shit, I'll stay on the fucking plane if that's what you want I just want to be there... I'm mad at Dad, pissed at him- but I have my own issues with Carlos Singh. I want to be there."

"Alana.. Please it's not safe for you."

"John B, he brought up Mom to my face. He trapped me in that house and starved me and threatened me and my husband and my daughter. I'm not going to sit back while he has my dad as his hostage. I'm going to help get him back."

"Daughter?" John B mutters into the phone. "Alana... Think of her... Don't come."

I don't listen to my brother.

I drive at the speed of fucking light and get to the airstrip in less than an hour. When I get there it's only John B, Sarah, Pope, and Cleo. I saw Topper's jeep pulling off and everyone sitting there like they all hate each other.

"What's going on?" I say as I get out of the truck.

All eyes land on me. "I told you not to come." John B points at me. "Get back in the truck and go home. Go-"

"No." I have my bag slung over my shoulder. "I told you... This is personal now. This is between me and Carlos Singh. I need to do this."

"When the fuck-" Pope starts and I glare at him.

"Ah, you actually kept your mouth shut, John B. Yes," I turn to Pope and Cleo. "I'm clearly pregnant. Having a girl. It's Rafe's, any other questions? No? Okay. Stop tip toing around me like I'm some sort of fragile porcelain doll. I'm still me, I'm still Alana. In fact, I busted a tooth out of Barry's head the other day. So let's just treat me like we'd always treat me. 'kay? Good."