Not many people liked Rafe Cameron, and being on a boat in the middle of the ocean heading to Morocco, surrounded by 7 pogues that hated his guts didn’t help. He was only trying to do something good for once in his life, helping the pogues by taking them to Morocco so they could help him figure out where Chandler Groff was so he could get his revenge for the man’s scamming him.

He knew he should’ve seen it coming when he was punched in the face by JJ and tied up in a tiny bathroom. He was hostage in his own boat. The room was definitely too small for the tall man, not liking how he was cramped in the small bathroom. He sigh with frustration as he landed a kick to the wall, trying to move but his movements were limited due to his wrists tied to the pole.

You had been placed with the job of giving Rafe his meals. It was definitely more of a struggled than it seemed. Every time you went in there Rafe was pissed off, any person would be in his situation. Though you didn’t pay too much attention to the man’s grumbling as you didn’t stay long in the small room.

When you opened the door this evening, Rafe looked up at you from his spot. He moved his tied wrist, shifting so that his body could face you. His eyes watched you place his tray down on the floor, staring at the food plainly before looking back up at you.

“I was just trying to do something good for once. Can you just-“

Rafe mumbled gesturing to his tied wrists, giving the rope a small tug as he spoke. He spoke in almost a calm tone compared to the normal way he talked to people, it was like he was too tired to fight you much about this.