Rafe Cameron Buzz Cut Novels & Stories

The rooftop falls quiet again, but now it feels different, calm and intentional. Rafe nudges the case with his boot. “Do you want me to leave the feed open?” “Yes.” “And if he activates the camera again?” My jaw tightens. “Then he’ll see exactly what I allow him to see. I want him to believe he's still tracking her.” A slow grin spreads across Rafe’s face. “Damn, man! You’re insane.” “I know.” He straightens up and picks up the case. "For what it’s worth," he says nonchalantly, "this might just be the most entertaining thing you've dragged me into. I've already booked my ticket. Front row seat to whatever chaos you're about to unleash."

“Everything.” Rafa’s smirk falters. Ryan steps closer. “And trust me, it’s worth far more than a fucking sex tape.” Rafa exhales satisfiedly, He glances upward thoughtfully.“Sex tape?” He chuckles. “Only if the video had sound… I would beat my meat to it, cause…” he trails off with a harsh sigh as he walks out from behind his desk, heading towards Ryan. “Hazel is so damn sexy.” As he reaches Ryan, he leans into his ear with a smirk. “Must be nice fucking her cunt, right?”

*Ainslee* Gavin is behind us, Lawrence ahead. The other two guards, Killian and Brady, are positioned on either side. All of us are wearing very unassuming clothes. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to wear rags like this. Rafe, of course, would look good in a potato sack. He cuts an impressive, dark, brooding figure in threadbare brown trousers and a faded blue shirt. He’s also holding a rag to the side of his face that is soaked in blood in an effort to hide his identity and pretend he has an injury.

Fog and smoke blurred the world; through the lens, Kael was a sharp, lethal figure moving through it, dragging other men back behind cover, firing, shouting orders. “Still got it,” Rafe muttered around the cigarette clamped between his teeth. He tracked Kael’s path with the barrel, following the line of his shoulders, the way he adjusted to each new threat without breaking stride. “Don’t get cute,” a voice crackled in Rafe’s earpiece—one of his own crew. “We’re not here to take the shot.” “I know why we’re here,” Rafe said. “Just checking the merchandise.” He flicked the safety on and off once, a pointless, dangerous little habit, before settling it firmly back to safe.

“There’s too much to lose.” She looks away, jaw working, but doesn’t argue. That silence from her is as close to trust as I’ll ever get again. Rafe steps out then—limping, bleeding, but standing. His shirt is dark with blood at the ribs, but he still smiles, cocky and venomous. His gun dangles in his hand like an extension of himself. The crowd parts for him, men watching, unsure if they’re following a king or a ghost. “Cruz Maddox,” he drawls, voice frayed but sharp. “Always dragging everyone into your tragedies. Woman. Child. Old friend with a knife fetish. You really don’t know when to stop.”

THREAD : CAMERON IS WHIPPED AND SO IS DOMINIC, BUT IN TOTALLY DIFFERENT WAYS @cammmmon GUYS GUYS THIS IS SO FUCKING BIG WTF @cammmmon OMG DID YOU ALL SEE THE LYRICS-IN-PROCESS // THE POEMS CAMERON POSTED OMG IM ALL SHSJSKSL @cammmmon I HAVE A FRIEND WHO WENT TO MUMBAI AND IS THERE CURRENTLY AND SHE SAW CAMERON AND THEY EVEN TOOK A SELFIE AND I CANT SHARE IT BECAUSE OF PRIVACY REASONS

The shock of straight auburn hair was also a colour he recognised and he felt his heart crash hard in his chest as he stared at the man. "I suggest we don't keep her waiting," Caleb interjected smoothly his eyes intent on Gard who was giving Rafe a decidedly unfriendly look. He could feel The Guardian's tension mixed in with jealously. Between that and Rafe's growing aggression as he realised something was very wrong about the man before him, he knew things could quickly escalate out of hand.

Quinn Pov We were currently heading to the park. Liam and I have both gotten our hair cuts. Liam's very long blonde hair is now short, the sides and back of his hair is cut and the front side to the middle is now very long covering his forehead. He chose the style himself saying the kids at school have that type of hair that he also wants it, and we got to give the kid what he wants. As for me, I trimmed my hair. It is now resting in my waist area. I also washed my hair. And of course where we will go that people won't fawn at Dave, the workers were all over him and as usual I sat there giggling with Liam as he looked so uncomfortable. And when I couldn't take it anymore, that was when I dec

“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.”