Jj And Rafe Outer Banks Novels & Stories

He said, “Whatever it is, you know I’m only loyal to you. I’m your man, Jamie. Ever since that day you rescued me from those bloody rogues.” Jamie knew he could hold Raffa to that. The first time Jamie met Rafa was through an unfortunate event where he had to rescue him from a bunch of rogue wolves that were trying to kill him. He didn’t know who Rafa was by then, but he rescued him anyway, knowing that he was falling prey to the rogue wolves. Ever since then Rafa had been a loyal friend to Jamie. After digging deeper, they realized that Rafa was indeed from their own pack, but due to the death of his parents, he had been on the streets. Rafa was 13 years old then, almost the same age as Jam

Kendra looked at me. “I’m not helping. I know.” Rafael walked in right as Gabby started explaining that queens didn’t need cash because “people bring things.” He was already dressed for the drive home later, dark jeans, a plain black T-shirt, and a watch that could probably fund three years of preschool. His hair was still slightly damp in front, and he carried his own espresso like a man who had learned that approaching our breakfast table without caffeine was a high-risk decision. Gabby immediately pointed at him. “Rafa Lemon, who owns rose garden?”

says Raffaele and Ines turn away to sleep on her stomach. Raffaele calls Penny and says "I am sending you a location. Meet me there" He wears a t-shirt with a hoody, jeans, and boots and leaves the passed-out Ines in the room. He comes down the stairs and sees Jaques. "Drop your mother to the rehab, will you? Just a heads-up, she is naked in the bed. Not that it will excite you" says Raffaele and walks out of the house. He drives away and till he reached the hilltop where he called Penny to meet him, it was getting dark. He lights the cigarette and waits for Penny's arrival while looking at the sunset.

She rolled her eyes, but there was something deeply satisfying about the way he held her, like she belonged nowhere else but by his side. Just then, a familiar voice called out, “Kieran.” They turned to see Rafe approaching from a hallway that branched off toward what looked like offices. He was dressed casually, but there was always a grounded intensity to him that made Aria feel like he was always planning something in the background. “Do you have a minute later?” Rafe asked. “I want to go over the route to the Ashfall territory before we head out.” “Yeah,” Kieran nodded. “Give me twenty minutes, I’m just heading back to shower, and I’ll be right back.”

Nodding Alpha Jackson steps away to speak with a couple others before they leave. Turning back to me, Alpha Boyd asks, “Do you think you trust this Drake Chisholm? I haven’t heard of him in my travels, but I will reach out to my own network and see what I can find out. I don’t like this interest in partnering with rogues.”. Agreeing with him, he turns to look at Rafe and Boyd adds, “Now if you will excuse me Rafe and I have some business to discuss before this evening’s dinner. I look forward to seeing you tonight, Kate,” he smiles as he and Rafe move off out the door.

Lorenzo made no further overt moves, but his absence was its own kind of presence, a cold spot in the periphery. A week into this new regimen, Rafe entered the study in the evening. Jay was reviewing shipping schedules, cross-referencing them with the known patrol routes of the Italian coast guard—another lesson in avoidance and timing. "We are going out," Rafe announced. Jay looked up, surprised. The only "out" had been the port, a functional extension of the classroom. "Where?"

Chapter 23 Rafe's Pov I had chosen the bench on the east side of the park deliberately, far enough from where Elara is standing with another clinic mother near the water fountain that she won't immediately clock my presence, close enough that I have a clean sightline to both of them. I am not here to approach anyone. I am here because the threat level around the cottage has been elevated since the school gate note and sitting inside the hotel while someone else covers the park detail feels like wearing someone else's skin.

Sometime later, Rafe pulls into the parking lot of a fancy-looking building right on the beach. My eyes skim right past the shiny sign - apparently this is the Silver Heron Club - to the view beyond. "The Club owns this stretch of beach," Rafe says. "Only members have access to it, and we should have the beach to ourselves at this hour."

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.”

I said. “You do you, I'll do my shit," he said. “Don’t fucking try to manage me.” “I’m not managing you. I’m stopping this before more bodies hit your tables,” I said. Krav rolled his eyes and looked back at the map. He didn’t hide his mood. Yeah, if my girlfriend kissed another guy I would be a dick too. He actually was handling better than expected. Ellan acted like he hadn’t seen either of us do shit. “Badge logs show Rafe’s last check-in at 02:13. He logged out. He didn’t make it home. We’re pulling everyone within fifty meters from 01:30 to 03:30.”