𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | RAFE CAMERON

Fifty Two | A I M A N D S H O O T

We walked into the hotel and we strolled through the common area. Just as we were looking around I see Lightener, the guy who kidnapped me, walking in with a red haired lady, immediately I pull Rafes arm to hide behind a pillar.

"That's the guy who kidnapped me asking about a blue crown." I whisper.

Rafe nods, ready to go after him but I grab his arm, not here, I silently convey to him. Not in the middle of the hotel. We exit the hotel checking out the surrounding areas, then we hear scuffling coming from the top of the building, Rafe looks up and he recognizes a voice belonging to Groff.

"That's him he's up there." He says, we look around trying to find a way up and we spot a truck that was just high enough to get up to the top the building. Rafe lends me a hand, helping me onto the truck and in return I help him with my hand and pull him up.

We make it to the roof and see Lightner beating up Groff. "Stay behind me." Rafe says. There was an array of clothing hung up covering our presence and then Lightener moves the clothing to side revealing Rafe and I. Rafe throws a punch at Lightner sending him tumbling to the ground.

Rafe continues to throw punches overcoming Lightner, and with a swift jab at Lighteners abdomen he was down. "Don't fucking touch my wife." Rafe spat, then he grabs Lightners keys, turning to Groff who was still recovering from lighteners blows on the ground, "Him or me!?" Rafe says.

"You... you." Groff mutters, getting up.

Rafe points at Groff, "You owe me cash." He grabs my hand, pulling Groff and I into the hotel, we go to Groffs hotel room and Rafe shoves him inside, "Get your crap, so we can get a move on."

"Alright, alright." Groff says, gathering his things.

"Hurry the fuck up!" I tell him.

Groff mumbled, "Alright mam, lets go," once he gets his things we get out the hotel and onto the street, we look around trying to find what bike belongs to the keys from lightener, and once we found it Groff tries to hop on the back of the bike Rafe was on.

I shove him off, taking my seat behind Rafe, "Get your own damn bike." I tell him.

Groff hops onto another and lucky for him there were keys sat in a pouch and we all go out into the desert as Groff read off directions for us.

We'd been riding for hours, the heat making us sweat even more than before. Finally, we stopped at a well, "Hurry up and get something to drink," Rafe barked to Groff.

I hopped off the bike, "So about the crown," I began, "how much is it going to be worth?"

"Street value, rough vestment," Rafe said, "this shit better be worth our precious time. You understand?"

Groff, raised his eyebrows dramatically. "It's worth everything. The most sought-after relic in the world. Previously belonging to Caesar. Hunted by napoleons that grant wishes and shit."

Rafe's hand shot up,  "Holy shit, holy shit, that wasn't even close to answering our question!" He moved closer to Groff, "What. Is. it. worth?!"

"Hundreds of millions of dollars," Groff mumbled, his eyes darting away.

"You're full of crap," Rafe scoffed.

Groff shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Am I? Why do you think I'm going through all this trouble for it?"

"What, you got a buyer or some shit?" Rafe pressed, his suspicion growing.

Groff nodded slowly. "I got a buyer."

"Where?" I asked.

Groff cocked his head, "Ever been to Elizabeth?"

Rafe nodded, walking towards Groff and patting him on the shoulder. "Look at you, bro, with the plan!" He then lowered his voice, "Listen, bro, you screwed me, you lost my money on those mercenaries, alright? So now you're gonna be our bitch. And if you're lucky, I'll give you a little something on the back end... if I let you live."