⋆˚࿔ I Need A Gangsta To Love Me ⋆˚࿔

You had always been protective of Rafe, even as children; he was yours, and every female in the OBX knew it. Rafe knew it himself, but he would never acknowledge it, even though there was extreme attraction and sexual tension.

As Rafe grew older, he realized he wanted no one but you; his obsession for you came swiftly, and he wanted nothing more than to have you as his. It was no shocker when you two got married at the ripe age of eighteen.

When Rafe had gone to Morocco with the Pogues, you went too, considering he was your husband. While on the trip, some men had cornered Rafe in an alley and were threatening to shoot him. You immediately came from behind the men and shot them, killing them almost immediately.

“Nobody threatens my husband and lives,” you grumbled and looked at Rafe, who was grinning like a maniac.

“That's my wife!” he murmured.