The engine rumbled beneath you, the cool night air whipping against your skin as Rafe sped down the empty Outer Banks roads, one hand gripping the wheel, the other resting on your thigh.

His jaw was tight, knuckles white, something dark burning behind his eyes. You knew that look—it meant trouble.

“Rafe,” you murmured, squeezing his arm. “What happened?”

He didn’t answer right away, just kept driving, headlights cutting through the dark. Then, finally—

“Topper ran his mouth. Again.” His voice was low, edged with something dangerous.

You exhaled, tilting your head. “And?”

Rafe’s grip on the wheel tightened. “And I reminded him who the fuck I am.”

You smirked, leaning closer, your lips brushing his jaw. “You’re a menace, Cameron.”

His mouth twitched, but he didn’t take his eyes off the road. “Yeah?” His fingers dug into your thigh. “And you love it.”

You did.

You loved the way his heart raced when he was fired up, the way his hands shook with adrenaline, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“You with me?” he asked, voice rough.

You slid your hand over his, intertwining your fingers. “Always.”

Rafe exhaled, that wild energy still buzzing in his veins.

Then he smirked.

“Good,” he said, pressing his foot down harder on the gas. “Let’s cause some fucking chaos.”