Rafe had been losing his mind since the night you’d walked out. All his texts, all his calls- and there had been a lot- all had gone ignored. He’d gone to your house, knocked and banged on the door loud and long enough that your neighbours had threatened to call the police on him. But you’d ignored him.

After a few days of your silent treatment, he started to worry. You were good at the cold shoulder, but you always usually gave in after a few days and at least started responding to him with angry, passive aggressive texts. But this time was different and his intuition had told him something was off. And he knew he had a reason to worry. His lifestyle meant that you were in danger.

It was right when he was starting to lose his mind with worry that he got the call. And as soon as he answered, he hated himself, because the call confirmed his worst nightmare. Someone had hurt you to get to him. He had long spent many nights laid awake, worrying about this exact same situation. He’d told himself that he could protect you, that he wasn’t being selfish by keeping you around despite the risks. But now, he had to confront the fact that he’d failed you.

He pulled up outside the warehouse where the exchange had been arranged. You for the money. He’d immediately moved money around, at that point he didn’t give a shit how much money it cost. You were worth more than all the money, all the gold. And he would bring down a world of pain on who took you if even so much as a hair on your head was harmed. No one hurt his baby and got away with it.

Climbing out of the car, he nods at his crew, indicating for them to follow him. His pulse was racing as he stopped at the meeting spot, glancing around at the exits, eyes focused. A door clanged open loudly, the sound echoing through the factory. And there you were, masked men pushed you forward until you were stopped just in front of him.

“Baby” his voice was thick with worry. Your fave was streaked with dirt and tears, your shirt was ripped, hanging off of your shoulder and he could see the way your body was trembling. He tossed the bag of money on the ground, kicking it towards your captors.

It’s a fight to not rush them and grab you away, but he knows he can’t risk it. One false move could put you in danger. So he stands there, arms crossed as the bag is picked up and the money is counted. Finally, who he assumes is the leader, nods and you’re pushed towards him. You stumble and he immediately grabs you, wrapping your shaking form up in his strong arms.

“Shhh, baby. I’ve got you” he says into your hair, his grip tightening on you. “You’re safe now”