WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Eighty-One (Alana)

CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE

Alana

*SMUT WARNING*

"If your brother and his friends want to talk shit about me how about they lower their fucking voices." Rafe says after hours of hearing the same bullshit over and over again.

Trying not to poke the bear since we're all stuck on this boat for a while until we get to North Africa. I know we need to try to keep the peace for as long as humanly possible. And I certainly don't want to be fighting with my husband because when we fight? We will make everyone around us a million percent miserable too.

"Do you trust them?" I ask him softly.

"No." He says quickly. "I trust Sarah. And I trust you."

"But not John B?"

"He has his days. I guess today I trust him." Rafe mutters. "But Pope and JJ and Cleo? Especially not Kie."

"Give me a reason why."

"Pope is mouthy and thinks he can always get away with shit. He and I don't have the best track record."

"And you and JJ?"

"I'm not going to be buddy-buddy with your ex that shattered you for years, Alana. Forgive me for not trusting him after he also caused Leah's birthday party to go to ruins. And let's not forget what he did at Christmas behind Sofia's back."

"Let's not talk about that." I counter back forcing the memory from my mind. "I understand why Kie falls under that. I mean you and her had some history and then her and JJ which again... erupted at Leah's birthday party."

"And Cleo had a knife to my throat."

"You shot Sarah."

"I was trying to shoot John B."

"Not helping your case, Clyde." I reply quickly. "Do you see anything from their standpoint? It's been a rough few years for all of us. Shit goes good and then it hits the fan and sprays everywhere like that video of the Rhino that your Dad used to laugh at whenever he was sad."

Rafe starts laughing at the memory. "God he fucking loved that video... Like a fucking weirdo."

John B comes into where Rafe and I are and he huffs a deep breath. "Listen we just all want to talk. Alright?"

Rafe pulls the gun from his hip and holds it up slowly for everyone to see. "Look, I'm not here to hurt anyone except Groff. I just saved all your asses so let's not go around pointing fingers."

"Suddenly you want peace?" Pope scoffs. "I doubt that."

"Let him speak." I say to Pope who once had been my best friend. "See this is what every single one of you does. You cut Rafe off before he can even explain a damn thing. You all jump to judging him and blaming him for shit he did before. Yeah, he knows he was wrong. But we're all here for the same thing right? We all want Groff."

"Well, we're after something else on top of Groff-" Kie adds.

"I didn't ask you." I point my finger at her with the look of pure death. "I actually don't even want to hear you speak toward myself or Rafe... For like, ever."

"Seriously? This again?"

I mock her. "This again? Yes. This again, Kiara. Because what you did was so beyond fucked up. I forgave JJ because you know what, he had every reason in the world to try to get back at me and try to hurt me. But you? What the fuck did I do to you where I deserved that? Going behind my back all the time and fucking JJ meanwhile you were pretending to be so worried about me being with Rafe? More like you were so worried I'd miss JJ and try to get him back but you were too busy fucking him. Just like you used to fuck Rafe."