Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

she said. Rafe swallowed. Collin didn’t look away from Rafe. His voice was soft. “You’ve got one shot to make this worth me letting you keep your throat,” he said. “Use it.” Rafe’s throat bobbed. He tore his eyes off Baylee and tried to square his shoulders back to Collin. “I come under council flag,” he said, voice dropping into something he clearly thought sounded official. “From Alpha Gunner of Ironclaw.” Jimmy actually laughed.

something in me hesitated. That hesitation cost three lives. Now he sits below my feet, reminding me of every choice I can’t undo. I pour a glass of whiskey I won’t drink and turn back to the monitors. On-screen, Rafe sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it’s the only thing that still believes him. I remember the night he joined the family—barely twenty, reckless, sharp-eyed. I taught him to shoot, to negotiate, to survive. He learned too well.

Moreover, I can't trust anyone in this world. "I'm Warren Christ Yiffer and my wifey, Rafaelia Yiesha Moreal, you?" he asked with joy in his eyes. "R-rafaelia Moreal?" I asked in shock. It's impossible, that girl... Of all the people she is, I can never forgive them! My memories of what happened in those days began to return. "Yesh! She's super duper beautiful, strong and kind. I love her so much!" he was happy with the story. I clenched my fist. Kind? Kind my ass, they ruined my life!

He wanted to know who the woman was on the first floor earlier and he sensed there were other things he needed to know about too. Rafe was watching him silently from his seat at the dining table, sipping at a cup of coffee. "Who's the wildcat?" Caleb finally asked, letting the full weight of his gaze fall on Rafe as he spoke. He wanted to see his initial reaction to the question. Apart from a slight tightening of his lips, Rafe managed to keep his expression neutral. "The newest member of my pack." His reply was slightly guarded, as if he was deciding how much information to impart.

Ninety two *Freya* Rafe looked so vulnerable lying there, his handsome face unnaturally pale, dark lashes fanned out against his sculpted cheekbones. Tears prickled my eyes as I stared at him. I'd always found him breathtaking, but now, with the knowledge of what he'd risked for me, what he'd sacrificed, he'd never seemed more beautiful. Or more beyond my reach. Rafe was everything I'd ever wanted. Strong, brave, compassionate. A true leader who inspired loyalty in all those around him. His people adored him, and with good reason. He always put their needs before his own.

“You want Tony? Even though we’ve…never worked with him?” “We have worked with him all year, Rafe,” I say, snapping my hands immediately to my waist. “Plus, he is our friend!” “Being our friend does not mean he’s a good strategic pick for the draft, Ariel,” Rafe counters, frowning at me. “Besides, he’s your friend – I still don’t get the guy.” “Tony is trustworthy,” I counter, crossing my arms and glaring at Rafe. “What’s there to get?” “Why do you think he’s so trustworthy, Ariel?” Rafe asks, taking a step towards me, glaring back. “We barely know him!”

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

But Rafe is in University, older than my sister. Something that bothers my dad, but not when his daughter, is so happy with him. Rafe is an Italian, who moved to London, a few months ago. He and my sister met, typically at a club night. And they clicked. With his Italian tan, brown shaggy hair, and grey eyes, he swept my sister easily from her feet. It was not even a week and they were already dating. He treats her well and keeps her happy. Not only that, but with his charming pearly, white teeth smile, and smooth talk, he won everyone, including me.

Rina told him, she pulled him down to sit. "But how are you really feeling?" she asked. "I am happy but I am also scared." Rain admitted. "Why are you scared?" Rina asked. "Because I am worried about the future. Damien seems very confident about it but..." Rain trailed off. "But you aren't" Rina finished for him. "No, I am not. Rafaele doesn't even know about me. He already thinks I am a disappointment, I can't imagine how he would feel with the latest news"

Then his phone rang. I glanced at the screen. Carmela. Rafe's jaw clenched as he picked up. A second later, her voice came through—soft, dramatic, and just the right amount of pitiful. "Rafe, I burned my hand..." His whole face shifted. Full panic mode. "Don't worry. I'm coming." He hung up, grabbed his coat and keys, then tossed me a quick notice, "I have to step out." And just like that, he was gone.