Jj And Rafe Outer Banks Novels & Stories

Luke agrees, "But first I would suggest you two to visit the site and check out the location and around." "Yes. I'm planning to do that. I and Freya both will go to the site. I think we should go after that meeting with your directors--" Rafe is interrupted by his phone's ringing. He grabs his phone, "It's my mother. I've to take this. Excuse me." "Sure." Luke says. Rafe stands up from his chair and goes outside the restaurant. "We'll resume the discussion once he'll be back." Luke says. "Sure, okay." I say with a brief smile.

Cooper is busy guessing who might want to kill Rafe right now, but lives so close to him that he knows all the ins and outs of Rafe's life. "You can prove it yourself. Tomorrow at eleven Rafe and his bitch are going to the airport to return to New York. They would take a detour in the back which was deserted to escape the hubbub at the airport. You can send your men there to kill Rafe. But remember, only Rafe. Don't ever touch hsi bitch 'cause she's mine."

She always had. Rafe sat on the edge of the bed, phone in one hand, cigarette in the other, tapping ash into a Styrofoam cup like he was bored of breathing. He hadn’t said much since his last guy checked in. I could tell he was losing patience. Good. Let him squirm. He wasn’t in this for Kat—he was in it for the payout. But me? I was in it for the reckoning. “She’s still holed up in the clubhouse,” Rafe muttered, not looking at me. “Same routine. Kids, women, guards. No movement.”

Max claps me on the back as he passes. Jozef doesn’t look at me at all but he does, very slightly, dip his chin in my direction. From Jozef, that’s practically an embrace and I find myself grinning. The third van pulls out. The second van follows. The first van is for us. The drive to the Outer Banks rental takes two hours. The house is on Hatteras. Two storeys, weathered grey shingle, a wooden walkway over the dunes to the beach.

I love you, Maggie,' 'I love you too Jake please come home!' I end the connection I hate the fear in her voice. Rafe comes out of the undergrowth behind the doctor snorting to get his attention. He laid down my head at the doctor's feet in submission hoping he would get the message. He did. "You must be Beta Jake," He says. Rafe nods his head. "Your Alpha is in it deep, isn't he? We need to do something." Rafe whines his agreement.

After a tense breakfast where Rafe had calmly informed her that all meals would be shared with him unless he said otherwise, she spent the afternoon exploring the east beach alone. She ignored his text at 6:45 PM reminding her that dinner on the main terrace was at 8 sharp. She ignored the second text at 7:30. At 8:15, she was still walking along the waterline in a tiny white bikini and sheer cover-up, letting the waves lap at her ankles as the sun dipped low. The golf cart’s headlights cut through the twilight before she heard the engine. Rafe stepped out, barefoot in linen pants and an unbuttoned white shirt, looking every inch the king of this private kingdom.

he said, “we keep.” Bootsteps approached, brisk. Rafe skidded around the corner with the grin he wore when chaos obeyed him. “Showtime. The cousin’s parade is already tripping over its shoelaces. Also, the dog is following me and if he becomes my dog I’m naming him Bacon.” “Approved,” the Don said. Rafe’s gaze flitted between them, softened by something like pride. “Look at you two. Terrifying. Beautiful. In focus.” He tapped his earpiece. “All right, saints and sinners. Places. We turn the city.”

It was the kind of place where people came to lose themselves, not talk about the things that broke them. Jason didn’t belong here tonight, but he didn’t know where else to go. Rafe was behind the counter, moving with the energy of someone trying to do five tasks at once—pour a drink, wipe the counter, yell at a drunk who kept knocking on the jukebox, and laugh at a joke someone shouted from across the bar. He was a big man with broad shoulders, a beard starting to grey, and eyes that always seemed to know too much. He spotted Jason immediately.

She wondered, "Do they realize that Aline and Rafe's marriage was just a formality?" This time, however, the scenario seemed very different. Rafe's parents showed genuine interest in the upcoming wedding, eager to witness their son's marriage. "Where are you planning to have the wedding?" inquired Rafe's mother. "In Borneo," Rafe replied. Luna recognized Borneo as a place teeming with their shared history -- a complex tapestry of abuse, trauma, kidnapping, and more. It was a place filled with meaningful memories for both of them.

I’d just take what I could get and let him explain when he returned. But today, I stood before his brother because I needed to leave early. Brett was picking me up to take me to Brooklyn, eagerly looking forward and hoping I’d meet Michael’s family. However, Carter had to bring another piece of news. “Rafe’s returning today.” A pool of emotions lifted up my heart. Excitement? Restlessness? I wasn’t sure. “He is? What time?” “Not sure, but he has probably left the office now.” I heaved an exhale. “Thanks for giving me an update every now and then. It helped keep me from being paranoid.”