Behind the psycho || Rafe Cameron x Reader || OBX fanfic

thirty-two

I can't let him get close to the house. Rafe's going to see him and then—

Well, I don't want to know. It's not like I did anything bad. I just went and got some much-needed food. God I didn't want him to do anything stupid.

"Y/n?" I snapped my gaze to my left and saw Matteo looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed. He took one hand off the wheel and placed it between my fidgeting ones. "Is something wrong?"

I hadn't even realised I was fidgeting. "No, no. I'm alright." I ripped my gaze from his chocolate eyes and watched droplets race down the window.

Suddenly, his warm hand retracted back, making me shiver.  "If you think I'm kidnapping you, I promise I'm not," he laughed. "Trust me I'm too afraid of my tía to do anything like that." He shook his head with a smile and watched the road. As much as I wish his reassurance helped, it didn't. I was kidnapped by a hot guy before. "No, seriously, are you okay?"

I smiled. It was somewhat reassuring to know someone cared about my thoughts or feelings. The fact that it's a total stranger says a lot about the people I surround myself with. "Yeah, I'm alright."

"Can I hold your hand?" he asked, this time before doing it. I nodded.

I would've felt incredibly flustered by the move but, it just comforted me. He didn't wear rings, but a small rose tattoo rested under his wrist.

"Is your boyfriend a psychopath?" Matteo broke with a rise of his eyebrow.

I burst out laughing. Oh, the accuracy! And he didn't even know Rafe! With his luck at guessing everything, he should buy a lottery ticket.

"You know, what?" I turned to him, who seemed serious about the question and was rather startled at my outburst. "I think he is."

"I'm sorry if that was—" he stopped and ran his hand over his face. "I didn't mean that he was a psychopath but like you seem so worried it's like you're scared—" His accent was unmatched.

"It's okay," I smiled sadly and looked back outside the window at the rain-shattered world. I wondered what Rafe was doing now—if he got the cross sold off, if he's swimming in the stolen money, if he's placed on gun on a man's head, forcing him to pay— What if he figured out what my dad had asked me to do? What if he thinks I've been lying to him this whole time? What if he's waiting in front of the front door to shoot me—?

"Do you recognise this place?" Matteo broke out and gripped the wheel with both hands. I looked towards the front windshield, seeing if I could identify the road he was driving on. It didn't look familiar at first but I saw the obnoxiously large garage and knew it was there. 

"Yeah it's here," I said and undid my seatbelt. 

Matteo nearly stopped in front of the low iron gates when I jumped down the car and opened the creaking iron. Matteo parked quickly and stood next to me looking at the house with wide eyes. "Is your boyfriend the president or something?" I turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "I mean presidents from all over the Caribbean rent this place when they come to Guadeloupe, but to have someone buy it is..."

I winced. "Yeah, his family's rich..." but not for the right reasons anymore. I shook my head and turned to Matteo, who was still eyeing the house like a dog with a treat. "Look, Matteo, thanks really for bringing me here. Truly." His eyes flicked down to me. "I wish you would let me repay you. At least let me pay for my meal."

He shook his head with a laugh. "No, no it's alright." He playfully saluted me with two fingers and walked back to his car. "I hope I see you again sometime, y/n," he said as I waved.

The second his car disappeared down the road I sprinted to the front door. 

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