Rafe Cameron Season 2 Novels & Stories

"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.

Rafe whispered with a shadow of a smile. Talia returned the smile. “No, not too late, until the time arrives when she can use it against you.” “I heard that!” her mother huffed. “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is the test came back negative. I wasn’t raped.” Rafe let out a relieved sigh. “And I finally met your brother Renaldo. Quite a character that one, and his friend…wow!” Talia hated to cloud his relief. Rafe’s jaw clenched. “As of a month ago, I traded that family for a new one, my own. We’ll be leaving for Boston as soon as you are well enough.”

I said congratulations and he said thank you and we both pretended it was ordinary for the rest of the meal and then he cried a little on his way out and he thinks I didn't see and I did. She wrote: Rafe is seventeen. He has been on the patrol for six months. He came to my office last week not with a matter but just — to talk. To think something through out loud. He sat in the chair across from my desk and talked about what he wanted to do with his life and I mostly listened and occasionally said something and at the end he said thank you and I said come back anytime and I meant it. She looked at what she'd written. She wrote: The second year is different from the first. The first year was t

“He’s he’s dead. They said he was dead.” Rafe didn’t flinch at the pain in her voice. He let it cut the air, let her grief roll over him. It wasn’t his burden, not yet. But he could see it twisting her, seeing the raw edges of her fear, of her doubt, of a hope she had been denying herself for years. “Yes,” he said evenly. “They said that. They buried a coffin. They burned everything that tied him to you. But…” He paused, watching her inhale sharply, wolf instincts flaring like heat beneath skin. “…he may be alive.”

That includes me choosing to trust you with this, even though every instinct I have is screaming at me to lock you in a room until this is over. She reached for his hand, and he let her take it, and for a moment the war room and the danger and the dark treeline outside all receded into something distant, and it was only the two of them, and the particular fragile miracle of two people who had learned, slowly and expensively, to trust each other completely. Then Rafe's voice cut through the moment, sharp with something that had not been there a second before. He said: Colt. The main gate camera just picked up a vehicle. It's not moving toward us. It's just sitting there. Half a mile out. Head

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.

"Nahh, that didn't last, five years running, we hit a massive loss and we had to shut down the business but I already had something starting up with Diego and Rafe" "Rafe? Who is Rafe?" I asked, my brows deepening. "Rafe is Nathan's uncle, don't ask me to explain but their family is fucked up big time" Damon replied. "But why haven't I met him?" "Why do you want to meet him?" "I think it's only right, I mean Mom and I know Diego and Nathan but this Rafe is also important in your life and we have never met him, plus I must thank him" I explained.