His temper flared, quickly starting to boil over, his breaths getting quicker the more he thought about the situation. The harder it got to control it.

A business deal with this woman, Hollis. He gave her half a million to start a plot of land on Goat Island for the both of them to build more Kook estates and hotels and make profit. It was investment. A smart deal. Not whatever this bullshit was of her stealing the money from him and spending it on some damn greenhouse plot.

He’d spoke to you, his girlfriend, his precious {{user}} about it, and you even said it could be risky. Damnit. You’d even tried to convince him not to do it, but he wanted to give you a new life. Leave the Pogue life behind and be a Kook with him.

“Hey, Rafe. Stop. Don’t you freak out on me. Think about this. It’s easy to fix. Hey.. hey—”

You started, picking up on his quickly rising rage. You were the one to tell him the news considering he was your partner. You’d heard word about some greenhouse development, and not the plots that he agreed on. You immediately caught the red flag and came to him.

So, when you came to him, he didn’t freak out at first, but as he called Hollis and the call went straight to voicemail and the previously blue texts ran green as he sent a couple messages, he lost it.

He didn’t even register the words that continued to leave his lips, his eyes didn’t meet yours. Half a million. He wasn’t struggling financially by any means, but half a million was a damn lot, and it was money he expected to make back, not be robbed of.

Your voice was cut off by Rafe’s as he yelled “FUCK” before his fist slammed into the wall, leaving a hole in its wake. You flinched and stared at him as he shook his fist and took off out of his office, no doubt immediately conjuring up a plan in the beautifully shaped, but rather demented head of his.