Rafe Cameron Season 1 Novels & Stories

“I understand the theory. But he’s not a rational actor. You said it yourself—he’s chaotic.” “All chaos has a source,” Rafe said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “And I am the only force he has ever feared. He will understand the message.” The SUV slowed and turned down an unmarked alley, stopping before a featureless steel door. A single, discreet camera lens watched them from above. The driver got out and opened the door for Rafe, who emerged without a word. Jay followed, the cool night air a shock after the climate-controlled interior.

“It was a picture of the man she thought I was. His name is… Sebastian” I exhaled hard, staring out the window again. “I want to know who the hell he is. Pull up every information you can on him, the earlier, the better.” Rafe didn’t move for a second. Then he nodded once. “Consider it done.” He turned toward the door, already fading back into the space between light and sound. “Rafe.” He paused. “You don't have so much time,” I said. Rafe inclined his head. “You’ll have them soon.”

“He missed us.” Rafe sits up with a little cry and reaches a hand out to Sinclair, wanting him close too. “We’re sorry, kiddo,” Sinclair murmurs, smiling at his son and taking Rafe’s hand, leaning over to kiss it. “But we were busy! Mom was doing all the work to bring you a new little sister.” Sinclair turns a little then, showing Rafe the baby, and Rafe sits up straight to peer down at Ariel – We all stay very still for a moment, watching the siblings meet for the first time, but suddenly Rafe gives a little cry of disgust and turns his head away, pressing his eyes shut and gripping my robe tight in his fists, not wanting to let me go.

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?”

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.”

“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.”

"But he's here. And he's real. And Cael asked us to watch out for his family." Dominic was quiet for a long moment. Then, with the controlled emotion of a man who has decided that managing things is not, in this instance, the right response: "Yes. He did." Rafe appeared in the doorway at the end of the second hour, and the expression on his face was the most open thing I had ever seen from him—raw, moved, badly controlled, and not trying to be otherwise. He looked at Dominic for a long moment. "He looks like him," Rafe said. Just that.

He looked at Daniel for a long moment, and Daniel got the feeling he was being assessed again, more carefully this time, like Rafe was deciding not just what to say but how much of the truth Daniel could actually handle. “I think,” Rafe said carefully, “that Tim has never done anything like this before. In ten years I have never seen him bring someone here who wasn’t connected to work in some way.” He paused. “That means I don’t have a precedent for it. And I don’t like operating without precedent.” “So it makes you uncomfortable,” Daniel said. “It makes me cautious,” Rafe corrected. “Those aren’t the same thing.” “What are you cautious about?” Rafe looked at him steadily. “You,” he said. “A

Chapter 64 Chelsea was watching her favorite series on N*****x when her phone rang. She saw the name and sat up straight. "Rafe?" "Hi. Yes. I. Did I disturb you?" She heard his hesitant voice. "No, not at all. I was just surfing N*****x. Tell me." She was actually curious as it was the first time he called her. "It's just. Actually I am free. I thought if we could go out, if you have time". He spoke on the phone.

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