Outer Banks Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

"I'm Beckett Group's best connection in Solana City. In fact, I've secured a document for a cultural city project set to begin bidding in three years. I promise it'll be yours. You have my word!" "Three years?" Justin's voice dripped with mock gratitude. "How kind of you. But before you decide, let me show you something." Justin tapped his phone, sending a video. Moments later, Rafe's sharp intake of breath was audible through the call. His voice quivered with both fear and rage. "You… You set me up? How could you?" The video showed Rafe, naked and debauched on a couch, flanked by two unclothed women. If this got out, he'd be ruined.

But Callum had a lead. In the shadowed basement of an abandoned textile mill, we met a man named Rafi. He was rail-thin and jittery, his skin gray from too many years underground. “You shouldn’t be looking for Sable,” he muttered. “We don’t have a choice,” Callum said. Rafi’s eyes darted between us. “You don’t find Sable. Sable finds you.” “And how did you survive meeting him?” I asked. Rafi chuckled, a broken sound. “Who said I did?”

Rafe opened a folder. And Tim Black, the most feared man in Red City, sat down and began to dismantle Marcus Webb’s world one piece at a time.

Killian took out his phone from his pocket. "Killian," I murmured his name as a warning not to try to piss Rafe off. "Is there something you want, my love?" Killian shifted his focus to me. "No, not at all, go ahead." "Miserable huh?" Rafe asked with a raising eyebrow. "Anyways, you're right after all. My email is RafeOrton99 at g***l.com. Send it straight to my P****l." Some minutes later with Killian on his phone tapping and clicking, a notification sound was heard from...that should be Rafe's phone.

"And I want to make it right. You're free to go see your Luna when she gets back from town. Starting tomorrow, you can take Marcus' place." Ethan's eyes widened at the news. "Really?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. Rafe nodded firmly, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, really. It's finally time for you to fulfill your duties as Gamma and protect our Luna," he said with conviction. A sense of relief came over Ethan as he processed Rafe's words. "Thank you, Rafe. I won't let you down," he vowed, determination shining in his eyes. As Rafe turned to leave, his phone buzzed, indicating an incoming call. Seeing that it was Marcus likely calling to provide his hourly report, Rafe answered.

I sat with it for exactly three seconds because once I said it I could not unsay it and Blake was standing four feet away with his back partly turned and his whole body carrying the tension of someone who was close to understanding something that was going to change the shape of his evening significantly. "Blake." He turned. I looked at him and I kept my voice level because this was not something that needed to be delivered with drama. It was just a fact. A fact that connected to another fact and together they made a picture that explained a great deal about tonight. "Rafe was on the Silver and Blood Moon border alone at that hour," I said. "He would not tell me why. He had no operational re

I demanded, pouting my lips. "Rafe is in the Mafia, basically he's a shadow, we can't tell his exact location and whereabouts except he wants us to know and he never does, he just shows up whenever it's necessary. Also he was my first investor, he trusted in my business idea and innovation, you can say he's behind my success in a way" "Do you mean the Mafia is real?" I squealed, pulling out of Damon's body as my eyes widened with this new revelation. "What planet are you from? Mars? Of course the Mafia is real," Damon answered.

“You lost your company and your sister to Damien Blackwell. I’d think you’d be hiding somewhere.” Rafe smiled faintly. “Damien is rebuilding McCracken Holdings for her” Trina frowned. “What?" she was shocked. "How did you know?" Trina asked. Rafe stepped closer. “Let him rebuild it". He said without replying to her question “Why would I want that?” Rafe leaned closer and whispered near her ear. “Because when it’s finished… I’m taking it back.” Trina stared at him and burst out laughing. “You’re bluffing.”

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.”