Topper And Rafe Novels & Stories

I whispered. “Nova,” he growled. “Who the fuck is out there?” I wasn’t looking at Cruz anymore. I was staring through a hairline crack in the broken window, and there he was. Rafe. “No,” I breathed. “It’s not possible.” Cruz’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “Rafe who?” I turned to him slowly. “Rafe Moretti.” His face changed instantly, filled with rage, disbelief, and shock. “That son of a bitch is dead,” Cruz said. “He died in the raid two years ago. Blade saw the body.”

What was Rafe up to? “Find Jace and get rid of him.”

Jasper complains, kicking at the grass. “We’re not being a sore loser, are we, bud?” Rafe asks as he stands and spins Jade upside down, one arm holding her by her waist, her long hair almost brushing the ground. Her laughter echoes off the surrounding trees. “No, daddy,” Jasper squeals as Rafe scoops down and picks him up in the other arm, and he climbs him like a monkey. With one child hanging upside down and the other holding tight to his neck, Rafe wears an enormous smile, laughing along with the kids.

Rafe says, looking with baffled surprise between Jacks and Mids. “All right, you may enter. Though it was rude of you to not bring cake.” Midnight quite primly begins to eat her cake again, and I don’t miss the satisfaction on Jesse’s face as he watches her eat her fill. “I apologize,” Rafe says, a bit dry, sitting down on the ground to Jackson’s right. “I’ve had…rather a rough start to the day.” He nods his greetings to everyone around the yurt, his eyes lingering on Ben and Elias for a moment as he frowns, clearly still not getting it.

The life that they’d wanted together went up in smoke, burned by his rage. How could he just act like all was right as rain, like nothing had happened? “So all he left out was the good morning kiss and the goodbye kiss?” “You find it strange too! I think the real Rafe was kidnapped by aliens and this guy is either a host or they gave him a lobotomy.”

Rafe held my hands tenderly, his tenderness broke something in me and I began to cry. "Shhhh.... don't cry baby" he said wiping the tears from my eyes with his hands, " Ivana will be found soon , and you will be reunited with her". I nodded like a child sniffing and scrunching my nose to stop more tears from coming. "He wants to meet us tomorrow at his hotel for a quick briefing. Will you call Zed and tell him about it or would you prefer I do that?" , I asked Rafe as he stood up ready to go back to work at the bar. Rafe was good at bartending, he made the best cocktails and could create magic with the bottles and a shaker; the management of the club just recently promoted him to supervise t

Rafe's dark eyes locked on, calm but piercing, like he could see right through the casual stance. "Morning," Rafe said, his voice low and even, carrying the weight of someone used to being heard. "Name's Rafe. Moved in next door last night. Your party's carrying a bit." He didn't raise his tone, but the words landed heavy, no room for bullshit.

The four of them claimed a corner near the steps, elbows hooked on warm stone, drinks within reach. Rafe fetched rounds. Natalie stole sips from everyone’s glass. Jace’s thigh brushed Lena’s beneath the surface on purpose exactly twice, “accidentally” at least ten times. "Where are you from, Rafe?" Natalie asked. “Denver originally. Now I just chase surf and coffee.” “So homeless,” she teased. “So discerning,” he corrected, grinning. Lena tipped her head to Jace. “And you?” Rafe asked Lena. “Here,” she said, brushing her shoulder against his. “Right now, I’m from here.”

“I’m spoiling the girls. They’re going to love me more. I’m turning them against you.” “Good luck trying,” I say, shaking my head and hugging my mate close. “Um,” a voice says behind us, and we both turn to see Rafe standing there, smirking at us a little ruefully. “If you two can take a minute to stop rubbing it in to everyone else how disgustingly in love you are,” he says, making me grin. “It’s time to cut the cake.” “Sure, Rafe,” I reply, untangling myself from Victor and moving over towards the kitchen table where people are starting to gather. “Could you stand back though?” I continue, looking at Rafe innocently. “I wouldn’t want to get your jealousy all over the desert.”

“I’ll even bring you real maple syrup so you don’t suffer through whatever fake stuff the French think passes for pancakes.” That makes me laugh. “They don’t even have pancakes, Rafe. They do crêpes.” “Even worse,” he says. “See? Clearly, you’ll need me there.” I grin, but my heart is still spinning like a compass needle trying to find north. Rafe hesitates for a second before adding, “I’ve got something to tell you, too. Kind of big news.” “Oh?” “I got traded.” I sit up straighter. “Again? You just went out to LA.”