Rafe Cameron Buzz Cut Novels & Stories

“Mind if I take your jet?” Damien waved him off. “Five days,” Damien murmured, watching the paused image of her laughing. “Then you’re mine, mystery woman.” Rafe strolled into the office lazily. Only a handful of executives were seated, his father’s loyal confidants. Benita waited. “You called for me?” he asked, knowing exactly why. “Care to explain that stunt on TV?” Benita said. “Stunt?” Rafe scoffed. “I just stated the company might be in crisis. Excuse my language, but it takes some balls to do that.”

I think we’re going to be good friends. An hour or so later, my chestnut brown hair is freshly cut. Cassidy has just left, and Hazel is now helping me blow-dry and straighten it. I decided to cut it to about five or six inches below my shoulders. Cassidy said it would be easier to manage that way, especially since I don’t really know how to do much with it yet.

he shrugs, “we’re going to help you do that.” “Which,” Rafe says, turning to glare at us a little, “is Jesse’s nice way of saying that we’re going to spend an extra hour kicking your asses every night until you can make the cut.” “Wow,” Ben says, his eyes going wide. “Ohhh no,” I groan, simultaneously, looking over my shoulder at where the showers are probably already filling up with cadets, all of the lovely hot water running down drain… “Come on, Ari,” Rafe says, nodding towards a pull up bar. “You need this.”

I remember thinking, on the drive over, that I would feel sorry for him. Then I saw him. Rafael Belmont at twenty-seven was the most beautiful and the most terrifying thing I'd ever stood in front of. He wore his grief like armor, his face blank, his posture controlled, nothing escaping through the cracks. But the moment his eyes met mine across the room, something happened that I still couldn't name. The world went very quiet. Just for a second.

“Have you never heard the saying… try, try again?” Noah smirked arrogantly. “What if I told you to reconsider your attack? Or are you bluffing as if the Supreme King is here? I know he never leaves his clan.” At that moment, Raf rounded the corner and stood beside Kevin. “Priorities change, you know,” Raf said with a smirk. Noah’s confident expression faltered as his eyes landed on Raf, and his face paled. The aura surrounding Raf was enough to reveal his true identity to anyone who could sense it.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” “Me? You’re the one covered in tattoos and bad ideas.” “Exactly,” he said, leaning closer. “Bad ideas make the best stories.” His hand brushed mine when he handed over the mirror. The lightning bolt gleamed faintly beneath the bandage, a small, perfect reminder that I’d done something reckless and beautiful. “Looks good on you,” he said. “Fierce.” I smiled, heart pounding. “Thanks, Rafe.” He tilted his head. “Come back in two weeks for a touch-up.”

A constant push and pull, a tug of war, and a disastrous ruffle of emotions. When I’d walked into the restaurant, I wasn’t sure why I didn’t shield myself from that dastardly effect of his, and an upset of fireworks went off in my chest. Before Rafayel Yezhov, I didn’t know it was possible for a man to look more expensive and tasteful by the minute. I wantedto pinch myself when I noticed his fresh haircut, a slicked back taper fade with a touch of the nineties wave, and the snug fit of his Tom Ford suit across his biceps and chest.

He had only heard about him from Lucas and myself. “Hey man, you must be the man of the hour, I’m Rafiah.” “Yeah come in, I know who you are, can I call you Raf?” “Yeah, whatever's good.” “I’m Dave by the way, it’s a pleasure.” “Yeah, pleasure.” He was dressed in a white fitted buttoned shirt and grey pants. The top buttons of his shirt were left undone, leaving his exposed neckline looking effortlessly handsome.

If I have another, I'll never hear the end of it from Roxie. As I wait for the drinks, someone else comes up to the bar. When I look up, I find it's Luca's next youngest brother, Raphael - or Rafe, as his family usually calls him. Rafe is pretty darn different from his older brothers. While Dante and Luca are opposites in terms of temperament, they're both polished when it comes to their public personas. Rafe, on the other hand, is the black sheep of the family. With his shaved head and tattoos, he looks more like he belongs in a motorcycle gang than in Hollywood's royal family. And he's definitely forging his own career path - though he's done some acting like everyone else in his family, h

by Rihanna. I smile, knowing Camden picked it for me. Approaching the cage, my back begins to sweat. My heart pounding so hard it's all I hear. Nearing the octagon I'm stopped by the UFFL sanctioned Cut man. He's skinny, and bald. His black shirt sporting the UFFL logo, paired with black shorts. He grabs my shoulders positioning me where he wants me. Using his right hand he daps at the black glove containing a glob of Vaseline between his thumb and index finger.