I'll Do Anything • Rafe Cameron

Chapter 12

End of last chapter: He picked me up and carried me inside where we found the bedroom. He kissed my cheek before wrapping his arms around me as we both fell asleep.
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Last night almost didn't feel real. After all Rafe and I had been through, I either hated him or loved him. I wanted to stay in his arms and not have to worry about the Pogues, but we needed to fix the bad foot we had left off on. I sighed as I finally made myself wake up.

I sat up when I noticed Rafe wasn't in bed. Why had he left? I didn't allow myself to worry as I checked the time.

"Shit" I breathed after checking. It was already 9 a.m which meant Pope was about to be in his interview. The Pogues had promised to meet at John B's to wait for him.

As I walked to the porch, I could hear voices talking. I peaked out of the window to see Wheezie talking to Rafe. He was obviously agitated and high off his ass. I knew I couldn't get caught by Wheezie so I stayed hidden until she left. As soon as I heard her footsteps leave I walked out onto the porch.

"What was that about?" I asked him while examining the mess of weed and bongs in front of him.

"Apparently Sarah and my dad are going to the Bahamas without me. Its bullshit. What can Sarah do that I can't?" His voice was raising and I felt the need to leave fast. But I also knew I was the only person that could possibly call him down.

I went over to him and sat next to him. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my lap, just so he would feel more grounded and know I was really there.

"Why are they going to the Bahamas?" I asked. Sarah hadn't mentioned anything and we were supposed to get this gold as soon as possible. We kinda needed her help, even if I still didn't want to admit it.

"For some super secret business or something. I've always been the one to help dad with business. What does Sarah know about anything?" He was stumbling over his words and was not as lucid as I had hoped he would be. Why wouldn't Sarah tell us she was going on a business trip with Ward?

I needed to be at John B's already and I didn't want to be around Rafe when he wasn't sober, but it felt wrong to leave him.

"Hey look I gotta go, but are you gonna be okay?" I asked squeezing his hand. He nodded but wouldn't meet my eyes. He just kept staring off pensively.

"Hey, it's going to be okay" I said gently while calmly nudging his chin to make him look at me.
"Your dad just doesn't see that you want to get better, soon he will and things will change." I tried to reassure him.

"I need to go, but I'll see you later" I kissed him once before I left and could tell he wasn't all there. I tried not to be disappointed as I walked to John B's.

When I got there, JJ and John B were already talking. They both seemed pretty dejected. There was no sign of Pope which meant he was still at his interview, or maybe he wasn't coming because he was still pissed.

"What's the matter with you too?" I asked once I was close enough to see their lifeless faces.

"The golds gone." John B said in a monotone voice. I stopped in my tracks.

"What? That's impossible" he began to explain how he went to look for the gold and realized it was all gone. Ward Cameron had taken it. After everything between Big John and Ward and now Ward and John B, my blood was boiling. We all felt defeated.

Then I heard loud running footsteps and turned to see Pope running toward us. He was still dressed in a nice suit from his interview, but had stripped the top layer and was dripping in sweat.

"How was the interview Pope?" Wondered JJ.

"Don't ask" Pope replied, still very out of breathe from running all the way down to John B's.
"JB, I'm sorry dude. About everything. But I don't have a lot of time and I have information that is tactically relevant." We all perked up and began to listen as he explained his conversation with his dad and his thought process in the interview.

After we all came to the conclusion that Ward had our gold and we had to get it back, we knew we couldn't give up. We were all in this and we were going to win.

"We're gonna steal that shit back" John B said assuredly before we all got up and ran to the Twinkie with a new fire ignited within us.

When we arrived at the air strip, we had already made a plan for escape and were ready to take action. We looked through binoculars to see the gold being loaded onto the plane and Wards car pull up. John B's face fell and I knew something was wrong.

"John B. What is it."

"It's Sarah." He barely muttered out. He raised the binoculars again.
"Wait he's hurting her. They're fighting." He began to move toward the Twinkie. We heard the plane power on and begin moving. My shoulders sagged in defeat, then I heard the Twinkie turn on.

John B began driving straight at the fence as we all yelled at him to stop, but he was set and sure about what he was going to do. We ran after him as he drove toward the plane, continuing to yell at him and try to get him to stop.

I couldn't breathe as I watched him drive up next to the plane and speed past it. When he got in front of it I thought I would faint. In my mind he was already dead. There's no way Ward Cameron would stop the plane. And he would kill John B in doing it.

When the plane reached an abrupt stop, I could finally breathe again. We barely had time to control ourselves before we heard the sirens.

"Guys I can't get arrested." Said Pope worriedly.

"And I'm on probation." JJ added.

"Look, we're no good if we're all in jail. Come on." I said as we made our way back through the woods. It wasn't long before we heard a gun shot.