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Master Page: Vigilante Shit

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

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Vigilante Shit (Chapter Four)

Edited-ish. ~2.8k words

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You stretch your legs, flexing up on the balls of your feet to release the ache in your calves. A sigh from how good it feels leaves you before you plop down onto the stone steps leading to the parking lot. Mav said he would be out after swapping his golf shoes and closing out his tab for the day. And you are happy to wait for him after his promise that it would be worth waiting around a little longer.

A body drops onto the steps next to you as you take a sip of the lemonade you brought with you. “Don’t want to go home yet?” Rafe asks, his voice low. He stares out at the parking lot; his elbows braced on his knees. "You never used to want to go home."

“I do actually, but I’m waiting on Mav.” You swirl your lemonade a little so that your hands have something to do along with your focus. Not looking at Rafe is in your best interest, especially when he is this close to you. “You should go back to your buddies, Rafe. Leave this low life to herself.”

“You heard that?”

“Of course I did! I’m not deaf.”

He rolls his eyes. “He didn’t mean it.”

You laugh. “What? Of course, he did. This is Topper we are talking about.” You stand and look down at him. He stares up at you. Something familiar and stomach twisting reflects at you in his blue eyes. “Go back inside, Rafe. If you keep talking to me, people will notice.”

“And? Let them talk. I don’t care about that shit.”

You snort. “Since when?”

“Since always!” He looks at you like you have three heads as he stands abruptly. “You know me better than that.”

You shake your head, looking away from him. “I don’t know you at all. I never did.”

He steps closer to you. His chest brushes against your shoulder, and his breath fans over your face.

“Is that why you won’t look at me?” He asks, venom lacing his tone. "Is that why you started hooking up with fucking Barry?"

You bite your lip, trying to keep your composure. After a long pause, you blow out a breath and turn your attention to Rafe. “You know exactly why I can’t stand the sight of you.”

“No, I don’t,” he grits out. His fingers warm on your skin when he grabs your upper arm. “You have never told me.”

You frown, looking down at where he touches you. “Let me go, Rafe. Your buddies may not remember who I am right now, but when they figure it out, they won’t like you touching me. Especially your best buddy Top.”

His hand falls away, and he rolls his eyes but goes inside without pushing any further. Relief washes over you, and you glance at the lot. You should leave now before the risk of running into Topper increases or the chance of Rafe coming back does. But leaving Mav without an explanation is not what you want to do.

“Thinking about bailing?”

You spin to see Mav smiling at you in a teasing manner.

“Only a little.” You laugh. “Figured if your friends came that it might be best to get out of sight.”

He frowns, hands going into his pockets. “I’m sorry about them.”

You shake your head. “Topper is the one that called me a lowlife, not you.”

His frown deepens before he glances over his shoulder. “He’s an asshole. Can I at least walk you to your car?”

“Sure,” you smile and walk side by side. “So… did you at least kick his ass in golf?”

He shakes his head with a chuckle. “Only a little.”

“Better than nothing right?” You murmur before stopping at your car. “Well, this is me.”

He glances over at your car. Eyebrows scrunch together when he fixates on something. “Is that a bookmark hanging from the mirror?”

“Yes,” you laugh, glancing at it. “It is scented.”

“What does it smell like?”

You shrug, leaning against your car. Your feet aching after hours of running around the Island Club. “Mr. Darcy.”

“Mr. Darcy…” He rubs his hand over the back of his neck. You can tell he is nervous after he exhales and rolls his shoulders. “A Pride and Prejudice girl then, huh?”

You smile a little. “So, the kook academy has Jane Austen on their syllabus?”

“Just the one book.”

He moves closer and touches you. His fingers skate across the back of your hand and down to your fingers.

“What’s going on, Mav?”

He smiles a little before clearing his throat. “Would you go on a date with me please?”

“Oh.”

His smile falters, and a small pang shoots through your heart at the sight of it. “If that isn’t…”

“No,” you rush, cutting him off. “I’m just surprised given… the reactions,” you say softly, gesturing at the Island Club. “Kooks and pogues do not tend to mix that way.”

“I don’t care.”

You laugh before tipping your head as you study him over. “All right then, I would love to.”

He grins so wide you wonder if his cheeks will pop. “Great, can I have your number now?”

“Yes.” You cannot help but to blush before he hands his cell phone to you. You input your number and hand it back. “So, I guess I will see you for our date.”

His fingers slot through the spaces of your own, and you glance down at your joined hands. “How is tonight?”

You smile before meeting his gaze again. “Sounds perfect.”

He steps that last bit closer, and his lips brush your cheek. “Tonight, six pm. I’ll text you for your address, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmur, tipping your head back to look at him. “I should get going. I need to check on my brothers.”

“Okay.” He relents and takes a step away. You also take a step back before reaching for your door handle. “Hang on!” He steps closer to you once more. His hands cup your face, and he leans down to press his lips to yours. It is only a simple press of his lips against yours. It makes your heart flutter. “I’ve been dying to do that.”

You laugh and wrap your hands around his wrists. “I’ve kind of wanted you to do that.”

He pecks your lips again, and you blush before he lets go and takes two steps back. “See you soon, y/n.”

“See you.”

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“Hold on. You met a guy at the beach and then again at work today. He is friends with Rafe and Topper, he kissed you, and now you’re going out with him?” JJ asks, dumbfounded, as he moves around the living room, trying to find his backpack.

You finish tying your shoelaces and stand to adjust your skirt. “Yup.”

“Well,” John B muses, enjoying the tables turning now that you have a kook interested in you, all the while flipping a pen that he found on the coffee table over and over in his hand.

“Oh, be quiet, Lover Boy.” You glare at him in warning, and he smirks, chewing on the end of his pen. “And you!” You turn to JJ, your tone accusatory enough that he freezes in his spot. “Don’t think I don’t notice how you look at Kie.”

John B laughs loudly, head tossed back while JJ splutters in shock.

“That’s what I thought,” you sass him, and John B’s laughter increases. You smile at him before turning your attention back to JJ. “Have you even told her?”

John B smirks at his friend before meeting your gaze. “What do you think?”

“No! JJ, why not?”

He shrugs, scrubbing his hand through his blond locks. You can read the stress on him clear as day, and he will not look at you for a second. But then those stressed blue eyes turn onto you. “I’ve tried, okay? I’ve tried that door, and it is locked.”

You stare at him for a second, trying to understand if he is being truthful. When he stares back at you with a distant look in his eyes, you know that he is telling the truth. “Fine, but I think she does too.”

John B smirks, looking at the pen. “But then there’s Pope…”

“Pope-schmope.” You mutter, and they both crack and smile at that. “He isn’t my brother, and they would never last. Pope needs someone that challenges him in other ways. Kiara isn’t meant for him.”

You love Pope, you always will, but you know all three of them. Pope and Kiara would never make it. They would be fine at first, but in the end, Kiara would get bored, and she would break his heart. It was better to do it now before they got too deep.

“But Pope likes her,” John B responds before JJ can.

You frown, glancing around the room. “Well… you know my opinion. Time is short.”

JJ nods, looking away before he finds his backpack under the sofa. He yanks it out and grins before shouldering it on. He kisses your cheek before he passes by you for the door. “Have fun on your date. Be careful, promise?”

“Promise.” You smile, patting his chest. “You be safe, promise?” You return the request just like you used to when you were kids and had to split up to hide from Luke in his drunken rages. Both boys hug you tightly, squeezing you into their group hug. “John B?” You ask, keeping your voice soft as you stare at the brown-eyed bonus brother.

“Yeah?”

“Promise?”

“Promise, y/n.”

“Good!”

He pecks your cheek before the hug ends, and you smile at both.

“You know that you’re welcome to come stay here if you ever need to. I don’t mind vouching for you.”

He smiles, hugging you again. “Thank you, but home is the last thing I have with my dad.”

“I understand,” you say quickly, cutting him off. “I’m the big sister. I just want to do my best at it.”

He nods, a sad gleam in his eyes, and you have to look away.

“Either way, stop by here as much as you want. Dinner is always an option.”

Both boys show a smile before they hustle out together, talking about their evening plans at The Point. You laugh, watching them go. At times it still feels like they are eight again and causing chaos in their wake—eight years of solid friendship.

A few minutes later, the sound of a car honking has you smiling, and you check yourself in the mirror, fluffing your hair before glancing as Mav knock’s on the screen door. He grins at you, and you blush, looking down at your outfit to make sure you look as decent as he does in his clean, pressed oxford shirt and shorts. His muscled tan forearms are on display as he leans against the frame. Your heart rate increases at the tall, dark, and handsome man in your doorway waiting on you.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hi,” you smile brightly and cross the small distance to the door. After collecting your crossbody, you push the screen door open and pull the main door shut. He waits for you to lock it before he grasps your hand tightly. “Do I get to know what we are doing tonight?”

“Dinner and then ice cream…” He muses. “Maybe a walk by the docks…”

You grin up at him. “I love that.”

“Good!” He smiles and opens the car door for you. He helps you in before closing the door and jogging around to get in. You look around the car, the smell of expensive leather and his cologne mixing in the confined space. Mav stares at you, a smile tugging at his lips. “Everything okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” You meet his gaze, and he smiles before leaning into you. Your lips press, and you hum, kissing him back. After a moment, you part and you squeeze his hand. “I’m starving.”

Both of you laugh, and he begins the drive to the restaurant. “Understood.”

Dinner and ice cream go perfectly. Your face hurts from how much you are smiling and laughing at his jokes. You are enjoying your time with Mav, and you hope he is feeling the same. Mav’s hand holds yours as you walk along the boardwalk together. You smile up at him when you both come to a stop at the end of the dock. “I had a wonderful time tonight.”

“Great,” he responds, his other hand moves up to touch your face. His thumb skates over your chin. “Me too. I was nervous at first.”

You lean up on your toes and press your lips to his. He kisses you back, his touch sliding down your back to pull you closer. You smile against his lips before stepping away.

“Care to watch the sunset with me, Beautiful?”

“Absolutely,” you beam up at him before glancing at the pinkening sky as the day gets ready to end.

“Mav!”

Both of you turn to see Rafe and Topper strolling down the dock. Your hand finds Mav’s, and you squeeze it while worry floods over you.

“Are we interrupting something?” Topper smirks, his gaze fixated on your clasped hands, and your stomach turns as he openly checks you out again.

You slip closer to Mav, and he is aware of it. His arm loops around your waist to tug you against his side.

“Yes.”

Topper’s smirk widens, and he glances at Rafe, whose attention is fixated on you and only you. You look back at him, your skin prickling as a dangerous smile slowly spreads across his lips.

“Top,” Rafe starts, clasping his hands in front of him in anticipation. You swallow, tightening your hand on Mav’s shirt. “You remember her, right?”

Mav looks at you in confusion, but you continue to watch Rafe. A challenge in both of your eyes, because if he does this then the entire game changes.

“From the Island Club, our server,” Topper smiles, nudging Rafe. “I know she is a pogue, it has only been a few hours, Rafe.”

Rafe smirks, shaking his head before he fixates his attention on you. “No, no, Top. No,” Rafe murmurs with a shake of his head. “You really don’t remember her?”

Topper looks between you both, confusion written plainly across his face. “No, I don’t.”

“Tell him who you are, Angel.”

Topper’s eyes widen, and realization dawns on his face. “Y/n Maybank?”

You look away, clearing your throat before staring back at him. “So what?”

“What is going on?” Mav finally speaks, and you look at him. It takes everything in you not to lash out at Rafe, but keeping your history where it belongs wins out. You are starting fresh. You refuse to be pulled back into those messy dark depths you had crawled out of during your time away from the OBX.

“We used to be friends of sorts,” you offer, and his hand tightens around your waist. “I can explain more when we are alone…”

“She used to be my girlfriend,” Rafe offers his voice hollow and void of emotion. But his eyes blaze with unspoken turmoil.

Mav shifts to get a better look at you. You nod once, cheeks heating. He squeezes your waist before turning to the other two.

“Okay.” He shrugs. “I have ex-girlfriends. Her past doesn’t matter to me.”

You inhale sharply with relief, your fingers clasping his against your side. His thumb brushes yours in comfort. Mav realizes just how wide the gap between kooks and pogues is at this moment.

“If you’ll excuse us, guys. I’m going to finish up my date and take her home.”

Mav guides you through the space between Rafe and Topper. Rafe glares at him, and Topper smirks at you, but you ignore him, clinging to Mav’s hand. He opens the car door for you. Hesitating, you press your free hand to his chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He asks, moving closer. His body crowds you against the side of the car. “Having dated someone?”

You nod, frowning before glancing as the sound of two motorbikes drive by. A spidery chill crawls down your spine because you know who sits atop the two bikes. Mav’s hand cups your face, turning your attention back to him.

“No reason to apologize.”

You smile weakly, attempting to let go of the anxiety building in you. He tips your chin back by hooking his finger under your chin.

“Relax, pretty girl. Rafe and Topper do not scare me.” He leans down, his lips brushing yours before he kisses you. You kiss him back, fisting his shirt at his sides. After a moment, the kiss ends, and you smile up at him. Relief washes over you, and you peck his lips. “We could go to the beach and count stars since our sunset was ruined. Or do you have a curfew?”

You laugh, burying your face in his chest and inhaling his cologne. “No curfew.”

“Perfect.”

(Chapter Five)

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Vigilante Shit (Chapter Nine)

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“Gotta say, this is the first time I’ve seen Mav show up to a party with a date,” Kelce chuckles, throwing his arm around Mav’s shoulders after you both push through the small crowd blocking off the living room.

Your eyes cut across the room, landing on Rafe, and he smirks at you over the rim of his cup before his gaze shifts down to your hand in Mav’s. His gaze flickers away, his trademark smirk gone in a flash. Top notices the change in him as he claps him on the shoulder and murmurs in his ear about something.

Meanwhile, Mav is rolling his eyes and shoving Kelce away. “Get used to it. She’s going to be at every single one now. I don’t plan on ever being at any of these without her.”

You smile brightly at him and lean into his side, offering a quick peck to his jaw. He grins, tightening his hand on yours.

“Then get the pretty girl something to drink!” Kelce winks at you playfully, and you shake your head at him while holding back a laugh at his playful demeanor. “Anything you could want is in the kitchen. James’s parents stay stocked!”

“Perfect!” Mav grins at him before leading you towards the direction you are guessing is the kitchen. You cling to his hand but look for a familiar face or two. Natalie and Reese are nowhere in the crowd so far. Mav had promised they would be here, so you wait patiently for the cavalry to arrive. You help him mix two drinks before you both carry your cups out onto the covered back porch. His arm is around your waist as he greets his friends who are present. Fingers sliding under your shirt to brush your exposed hip.

Ben fist bumps you, and you laugh at your little tradition that is forming. He grins at you before glancing at Mav. “How’d that new board turn out?”

“Perfect,” Mav grins, launching into bragging about his new sponsored board as you let your gaze drift around the party. Top barrels out onto the patio, a mischievous smirk on his face, and your heart sinks a little at the sight when he spots you. Triumph glitters in his eyes as he nears.

“Let’s play a game!” Top grins, throwing his arm around Ben’s shoulders and leaning closer to you. You can smell the alcohol on his breath with ease. Wordlessly, Mav shifts to put you behind him slightly and away from the intoxicated kook.

“What are we five?” Natalie asks from behind you. Her hand brushes your back as she steps into your line of sight. You relax more. You would be safe if Topper stayed outnumbered.

Her head cocks to the side as she evaluates him with a hard gaze. “Top, do you need to be cut off?”

Topper rolls his eyes and turns away from her to Ben. His index finger jabbs into Ben’s chest, and his drink sloshes slightly in the cup he holds. “You game?”

“Sure.” Ben shrugs, not ready to be in a screaming match with anyone tonight over a stupid drunk game.

Natalie rolls her eyes before smiling at you. “We can do something else.”

“No, no, no,” Topper rushes, leaning towards you both again. “We need pretty girls for the game to work.”

Mav’s attention snaps to Topper now. His eyes darkened at the implication behind Topper’s words. Top’s usual golden boy façade is not fooling your boyfriend or friends for even a second.

“A truth or dare with a spin-the-bottle twist.” Topper shrugs, slurring his words slightly. “Or are you too afraid, Maybank?”

You smile at him as politely as you can. “I have someone to kiss anytime I want, Thornton, I don’t need to bring up a childish game to get some action like you.”

Topper rolls his eyes, but Mav’s lips press to your temple while he smirks at the blond kook.

“Come to think of it…” Natalie begins, leaning back into Reese’s chest as she grows bold. “All of us are in a relationship… so bother someone else.”

“What? Afraid you’ll like kissing Topper more than Reese?” Rafe asks over the rim of his cup as he steps into your growing circle. “Like you did with Ben, who isn’t in a relationship and agreed to play.”

“Low blow, Cameron,” Reese glares at him. “Don’t make me go lower.”

“Reese,” Mav warns, his hold on you shifting to pull you into his chest.

Reese rolls his eyes before letting his gaze flicker to you. A wordless apology already reflecting for you. You shrug telling him it is already forgiven before nuzzling into Mav’s chest, arms around his waist to hold yourself close to him.

“Just play the game,” Rafe continues despite the clear tension strung between the small group. Ben shifts, his body moving closer to you and Mav as he stares at the trouble-making pair. “Unless you are both worried that you’ll lose your girls in one night.”

Mav rolls his eyes, ignoring the baiting comment.

“We can even make a fun wager.”

“Like what?” Reese asks Rafe despite Natalie shaking her head at him not to get involved.

Rafe grins, lowering his cup while his gaze locks on you. You fight down the urge to look away and hold his gaze.

“The first team to bow out loses has their girls caddy for the winners Sunday during the golf tournament.”

You swallow, hand tightening on the back of Mav’s shirt. Your heart rate picks up, and your gaze shifts to the floor.

“And you leave her alone at the Island Club,” Ben adds with a gruff tone, his thumb hitching in your direction. “No more bothering her.”

“Done.”

“Yes!” Topper grins before leading the way back into the house and into what you are sure is James’s dad's study. An empty wine bottle is tucked under his arm. You cling to Mav’s arm, hoping on all the stars this will not go as horribly as you feel it will.

“Say the word, and I end this,” Mav whispers in your ear.

You shake your head, tipping your head back to look at him. “And being either of their caddy girls, no thanks.”

He nods before pecking your lips, and you both find spots near but far enough away from each other that the odds of spinning on someone else dwindle a bit.

Natalie settles next to you, a sympathetic look in her eyes. You squeeze her arm and focus on the rules as Topper declares it is his made-up game.

Everyone is two or three dares in when the bottle lands on you for the second time, and Topper smirks at you, rubbing his hands in excitement. This is the chance he has been waiting for. Reese had taken it too easy on your first time.

“Maybank, I dare you to wear this tie as a blindfold as someone of my choosing makes out with you for one minute, and then you have to guess who kissed you or skip your turn to spin.”

You glare at him for a second, hands tightening on your knees. Your gaze flickers to Mav, and he is staring at Topper with a fire in his eyes.

“That’s not fair, and you know it,” Natalie mutters before turning to you. “You can skip the turn. No one will judge you for it.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Topper wags his finger at you. “No, skipping your turn, skipping only works if you get the guess wrong. You have to do the dare or lose the game.”

You huff before setting your shoulders back and lifting your chin. “Fine.”

Topper moves to blindfold you, but Natalie is quicker and yanks it out of his hand. Topper’s date of the night snickers briefly, but he shoots her a heated look, and she silences herself as Natalie quickly ties it around your head, blocking your view.

You can feel the pressure of the onlookers that have gathered as well as the players of the game. You inhale sharply when she helps you to your feet and walks you into the circle. The toe of your shoe hits the bottle as you try to focus on breathing through the threatening panic. You flinch, but Natalie squeezes your upper arms in reassurance before she lets you go and takes her spot back.

The soft rustle of clothing reaches you moments later before warm hands brush your hair back from your shoulders and fingers brush your jaw. You shiver, hands reaching forward to touch the warm body that is nearly pressing against you. You hope it is Mav, but the alcohol masks the cologne too much.

“Mav,” you whisper, voice shaking.

The soft press of lips meets yours, and you kiss back, hands fisting the soft cotton material of their shirt. It feels like Mav's shirt, but it is a polo, and almost all of them are wearing one tonight. The brush of his tongue against your lips has your breath hitching in your throat, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His hand cups your head as his tongue toys with yours. This is not Mav. This is someone else entirely.

The beeping of the timer comes both too late and all too soon as his touch completely disappears, and you rip the blindfold away. Your cheeks heat as you look anywhere but at Mav.

“Guess,” Topper demands.

You swallow, eyes searching the faces of the various guys that are sitting around the circle. You feel the burn of his lips still and have to clear your throat before meeting Ben’s gaze. He is the safe bet, and you both know it, but the subtle shake of his head tells you that it is not him and you will lose your turn. The awkward moment settles in, and you decide you do not care if you lose a turn. You would not commit to kissing anyone else. For your sake and Mav's sake, Ben is the safe guess.

“Ben.”

“Wrong.”

You glare at Topper. “Then I lose my turn.”

He shrugs, pointing at your vacant spot. “So, have a seat.”

“I’m over this game,” Natalie mutters, glaring at the blond kook. “You got what you wanted, end the game, Topper.”

Topper laughs, leaning back on his hands as he stares at you and how close you are to panicking. “You’re right, I did. We’ll call it a draw until the next party.”

You do not listen to the protest as you immediately get to your feet and push your way out of the room. Tears burn as you rush down the hallway and into the half bathroom. Your chest heaving at the panic clawing inside of you. It felt like Mav’s stare is still burning into you, but you had been unable to meet his gaze.

The door opening pulls your attention. You look up into the mirror but freeze immediately. Rafe’s lean body wedges through the small gap before the door closes and is locked. He leans back against the wood and watches you in the mirror.

“It was you?” Your voice is barely a whisper, and it trembles.

He shrugs. “Thought you would know.”

You exhale, tearing your gaze from his to the porcelain sink. “I didn’t.”

He grunts but does not move or say anything else.

You shiver, skin prickling with what you have done. You squeeze your eyes shut against the betrayal flooding you. “You know…” you start, pressing your palms harshly against the marble counter. “Despite what you think, I never cheated. We were over long before I went to Barry’s bed, and this feels even worse than that did.”

He moves then, his body crowding against yours. “We weren’t though, Princess.”

Turning your chin, you look at him, trying to read him. “How come?”

“You know we weren’t.”

“We were. You ruined it, or do you not remember?”

Rafe swallows, his long fingers hooking under your chin. That gold signet ring catches the light and glitters in the mirror. “I ruined you, not us.”

You exhale, and he leans in. His mouth oh so close to yours once more.

“Want to know something?” His breath is warm against your face. “There are a lot of stupid things to do at a party like this, but I really want to do the stupidest thing I can think of right now?”

“And what’s that?”

The silence lingers for a frustratingly long second, and he reacts by crashing his mouth down on yours. You kiss him back. The tame kiss in front of the others is unmatched by this one. It is searing hot, desperate like it will mend all the hateful history you share. It leaves you both breathless, and he does not pull away. He just kisses you with the same unchecked desperation that lingers under your skin. Your hands cling to his shoulder and fist the soft material of his shirt as he lifts you onto the counter. And that is how he knows you still want him, that you still ache for him.

“I’ve missed this.” His expression is serious, his forehead bumping against yours as he breathes in your perfume that is mixed with the fruity drink from earlier. You would never tell him, but the way his eyes soften slightly when he looks at you drives you insane still to this day. The way he looks at you is different from how he looks at everyone else, and you are convinced no one sees it but you. Your own little secret about the Cameron boy. “You knew it was me, I know you did.”

“You know I knew you weren’t Ben when we kissed?”

He smirks, dragging his thumb over the soft skin just above the hem of your jeans.

“Do you know why?” You ask, hand pressing to his chest, feeling his heart race under your touch. He stays silent, heaving for air as his eyes burn you to your core. “Not because of your height or your cologne. It was because you tasted like disaster. Like betrayal. You, Rafe Cameron, taste like everything I have ever wanted, but can never have.” You breathe, your own chest heaving as his hands grip your thighs, pulling your legs around him. “And it’s going to fucking destroy us.”

His mouth finds yours in a rush, and you moan into his mouth, hands pulling his polo shirt up and off his head. Years of unchecked history and bad endings drown out right from wrong as he claims you again. Your nails rake down his chest as he grinds his hips into yours.

“Rafe!”

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he groans against your jaw, lips trailing down to your neck. His teeth and lips are greedy as he sucks and nips at your skin. You push forward, grinding against him. You gasp, head falling back as he rips your top down, and his mouth claims your breast. “Look at you… Fuck Baby. All mine. No matter who you date, huh?”

Your blood runs cold, the reality of your situation slamming into you at full force. Mav.

“Rafe, stop,” you rush, shoving at his chest. He releases the soft inside of your breast with a pop and stumbles backward, his mark already bruising your skin. “I’m a fucking idiot.” You mutter, hands pressing to your face after you cover yourself back up. Your body trembles while you try to collect yourself.

He nears again before you can react. His body presses against yours, and his hands brush yours away before he tips your chin back to look into your eyes as he speaks. “No matter what happens, part of you will always belong to me, Princess.”

“Rafe…”

“You know it, and I know it. Mav will know it too, one day.”

You nod, closing your eyes as a tear rolls down your cheek. “Please don’t tell him.”

“I won’t. But you will have to one day.”

Then he is gone within seconds, the bathroom door clicking shut, and you slump back against the mirror, embarrassment flooding you.

(Chapter Ten)

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Vigilante Shit (Chapter Six)

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Kildare County Detention Center looms before you. You sigh, shouldering your bag before climbing the steps into the building. You smile weakly at the sheriff as you go through the process of getting scanned for any possible weapons and contraband.

“Maybank, through here,” Peterkin gestures to the enclosed room after a deputy escorts you down the hall. Several incarcerated men bang on their doors and yell at you from their cells, but you ignore them.

The room is larger than you expected. Several people sit at aluminum tables that are placed throughout for inmates and visitors to sit at while they talk. You see your dad sitting at a table. His back to you, but that does not stop the nerves from exploding inside of you. In an attempt to wipe them away, you brush your hands down your jean clad thighs. It does not work. “If you need me, you know where to find me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She stops you, arm barred across the doorframe before you can enter. “I’m glad you are back, Sweetheart. I hear you’ve turned over a new leaf. Now, we need to get your brother to do the same. That’s the trick.”

“I’m trying. For both of us.”

“Good. You don’t need to end up in a place like this, you hear me? Either of you.”

You nod, and she drops her arm to let you through. You slid onto the bench across from Luke. He stares at you, a smirk toying at his lips.

“And the prodigal daughter returns.”

You huff as you drop the bag of things you had with things that were allowed to be given to him onto the table. “Do you even know what that word means? You barely graduated high school if I remember correctly.”

He snorts but seizes the bag and rifles through it. “Why are you here, y/n?”

“To let you know, I’m back and cleaning up some of the mess you created.” You say, chin raised as you stand your ground. “Again.”

He smirks, picking at the pack of cards you had brought him. “My dutiful daughter. Barry found out you’re back?”

You shrug, clasping your hands together. “Barry knows. When do they think you’ll go to trial?”

“Next month.”

“A plea bargain offered yet?”

He nods, the tip of his tongue toying with the inside of his bottom lip. “Five years in prison and parole for two after.”

“Was it worth it?”

He laughs, that dark maniacal laugh you hate. “What do you think?”

“No.”

“Smart girl. You always were, you know.” He looks up at you through his lashes. “Just like your momma. You’ve always been just like her. You look like her, and you act like her too.” He goes back to digging in the bag like a toddler that is ready to count his prizes. “Thought you were gone for good.”

“I did, too,” you confess quickly. “But JJ needs someone in his corner.”

“He didn’t want to come today?”

“No.”

He frowns, shaking his head. “Ungrateful bastards, both of you.”

“Ungrateful?” You ask, venom lacing into your next words. “Ungrateful that you abused us, barely managed to provide enough food and shelter to keep us alive? Oh wait, or is it that we both had to start working when we were old enough to pay the bills because you are a cocaine addict and always gambled away our rent money?”

He rears back like you have smacked him, and you smirk at him. Pride swells inside of you because you are still able to dig back at him. 

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

“You are such a little shit. After everything you’ve done, you want to talk to me like this?”

“Everything I’ve done?” Your eyebrows raise, and your gaze hardens. “If I remember correctly, I almost ruined my future getting you out of debt with a drug dealer because you couldn’t pay for your cocaine habit.”

He shakes his head. “You started with him before my debt ever came up.”

You ignore his retort as the anger builds inside of you. “I’m not scared of you anymore. And I will be making damn sure JJ isn’t. You gave us nothing and took everything. This will be the last time you see me. You will never see him again. Not if I have any say.”

You begin to get to your feet and leave him, but he snaps and reaches out after jumping to his feet. He grabs your wrist tightly, yanking you against the table to keep you there.

“Who are you to walk away from me?!”

“Let. Me. Go.”

His grip tightens, and he yanks hard. You gasp, pain spreading up your arm and around your hips, as he tugs you harshly against the table’s edge.

“Inmate Maybank, let her go,” Peterkin orders from across the room. She and four other deputies are in the room along with the original set of guards. Several other inmates and their families look up to see what the commotion is about. Your cheeks redden as all the attention in the room shifts to you. “Let her go, now.”

“Not until she apologizes for being a brat!” He tightens his grip again, and you wince, body bowing from pain, curling away from him as he glares at you. His sole focus is on causing you the most pain he can now. “Apologize! I raised you better than this.”

“You didn’t raise me at all.” You spit at him and try to yank your arm back, but he only yanks you closer again. The upper half of your body practically pulled over the tabletop. “Big John did, The Cut did, you did nothing!”

“Let her go!” Peterkin demands louder, a taser lifted in his direction. “Luke, I will tase you right now if you do not.”

He lets you go and shoves you harshly away from him. You fall backward over the bench. You close your eyes tightly, ready to topple over, but a strong grip prevents you from crashing into the floor.

Deputy Thomas glares at Luke after he helps you back onto your feet, and you glance around, fighting the tears of humiliation. Peterkin steps up to your side and reaches for your wrist.

“I’m fine,” you whisper, carefully moving your wrist away from her reach.

“If you’re sure.”

You nod, turning your attention to your dad. You would not give him the satisfaction of seeing your crack under his aggression anymore. “I just need to say goodbye.”

“Okay,” she murmurs, and gestures for the other four to leave the room with her.

After they are gone, the attention seems to shift away from you both. You raise your chin and glare at him. “You might be my family, and I wish I could say I loved you. But I don’t. You are terrible, you’re horrible, and I hope that you rot in here,” you mutter as you rub your injured wrist. Tears sting your eyes, but you refuse to cry in front of him. You will hold it in until you get to your car. “Enjoy your time in prison.”

You leave him behind, and despite your hopes for him not to, he screams after you. Your name and profanities blend perfectly enough together to drag you back to your childhood.

Once you are in the safety of your car, you exhale, pressing your forehead to the steering wheel. Nails bite into your thighs when you grip your legs and try to calm your racing heart. Old tendencies ache to be unleashed so that you can take out the hurt brewing in you. To release it from under your skin. You nor JJ would ever come back to visit him. Not after today.

The tears brim over and streak down your face as you shiver at the reminders of childhood. Of that haunted look in his eyes as he assaulted you. It is the same look her had when he used to yell at you and abuse you because you were too much like your mom.

After getting control of yourself and trapping that damaged little girl back in her hiding hole, you head to Figure 8. A shift at the Island Club is the last thing you want to do, but it is what you have to do. Finding a parking spot is the first thing you do before you shut off the car and dig out a makeup remover wipe to use on your face with hopes to try and get rid of the tearstains on your cheeks, and that is when you notice it. A brilliant red mark is left from Luke’s grip on your wrist. You will bruise, just like you always do after he hurts you. And this one is a very public bruise, unable to be hidden by clothing because long sleeves during summer in a beach town would raise just as many questions.

“Welcome to chaos,” Summer greets you at the door of the girl's locker room when you emerge from changing into your Island Club uniform.

Confusion paints across your features, and you stare at her for a moment. “What chaos? It’s a Wednesday.”

“Lauren went out to deliver a drink to Mr. Beckett and hasn’t returned.”

“What?”

She nods, not impressed with the bartender’s actions. “And then Gerald went to find her, and he is missing too.”

“How long?” You ask as you tie your apron into place. Being down a bartender and a barback is not a good thing, especially when the backup is not due to arrive for another two hours.

“An hour nearly since Lauren went and fifteen since Gerald went.”

“And no one has seen them?”

She shakes her head, and you look at your watch.

“I have ten minutes to spare before I’m even allowed to touch the timecard system. I’m going to go look.”

“Please for the love of the ocean, come back when your shifts begins!” She begs, and you wave at her with a laugh as you jog to the golf course. The first mission, find Mr. Beckett, and maybe they are with him. If not, the second mission is to track them down. Sometimes the older guests could be demanding and promising a good tip if you stuck it out with them, which is the most likely reason that they have gone missing.

“Well, look who it is!”

You smile tightly when you see Kelce grinning at you and Topper not far behind him. “Hey, Kelce.”

He offers you a fist bump, and you take it, not wanting to start anything.

“Your boyfriend should be coming soon. Reese lost one of his golf clubs during a swing.”

You giggle, picturing him swinging the club, and it goes flying along with the ball.

“Right into the water hazard, it was glorious,” Topper supplies with a gloating grin. “What are you doing out here? Are you a cart girl today?”

“No, looking for Lauren and Gerald.”

Kelce shakes his head, looking around. “Haven’t seen them.”              

“They were helping Mr. Beckett.”

“Oh!” Kelce grins. “He’s out by the sixteenth hole.”

“Of course he is,” you frown, looking around for a staff member on a golf cart. “Thanks, Kelce!”

“Anytime.”

You wave at him and ignore Topper, who is grinning like the cat that ate the canary as you walk away. You shiver in disgust before climbing one of the grassy hills to see if you can spot them or a golf cart to temporarily use.

“What are you doing out here?”

You sigh, eyes closing briefly when it is Rafe that meets you at the top. Likely on his way to his two kook friends.

“Are you a cart girl now?”

“Nope. Just looking for two staff people.”

“Lauren and Gerald?”

You nod, squinting against the sun. “Have you seen them?”

“Sixteenth hole.”

You huff, kicking the toe of your shoe into the grass. “I’ve heard.” You plant your hands on your hips, judging if walking out there is worth being late and risking Summer having a panic attack. “I should’ve grabbed a golf cart.”

He smirks, squinting against the sun before he shifts his club to his other hand. “You look like you’ve been crying.”

Your attention snaps to him in surprise, and he shrugs, looking away.

“I was.”

The silence hangs for a second, and you reach up to fix your hair in an attempt to busy yourself. When you had dated, Rafe always had a way of knowing when you had been crying, even if you redid your makeup to cover it up. You never could figure out how he knew when no one else ever did.

“Have anything to do with the mark on your wrist?”

Another huff escapes you, and you turn your attention back to him. “You are too observant, you know.”

“I know you.”

“You used to,” you amend, closing your eyes briefly. “I went to the detention center, saw my dad.”

“And?”

“And he grabbed me,” you shrug before taking a step past him. The conversation is turning in a direction that you would rather not have with him. “Just like old times.”

He groans, shaking his head. “Why’d you go?”

“To see if he was getting out soon.”

“And?”

You bite your lip and look at him, tipping your head. “Why do you care?”

He stares at you, his gaze hardening by the second. “Forget it, Maybank. Enjoy your walk.” He turns his back to you and walks away, and you notice the hard tension in his shoulders and the way his neck has a slight red hue to it. Kelce and Topper joke with him loud enough that you can hear them, and it answers whether the walk is worth it or not for you. You would much rather make the walk than have to pass that trio again to get back to the clubhouse.

You spot Mav and Reese once you are clear of the next dune. Reese’s shorts are damp from wading into the water hazard, but he seems happy from what you can tell.

“Hey!” Reese grins, hugging you before Mav can. “What are you doing out here?”

You smile at him, patting his shoulders, and he drops you onto your feet. You shake your head at him as you hug Mav, sinking into his chest that you have found someone you want to be near. “I heard someone lost a club to a water hazard...”

Mav laughs as Reese rolls his eyes, grumbling about his misfortune.

“Kidding,” you laugh while staying pressed to Mav’s side. “Hunting two stray staff members.”

“Want me to walk with you?” Mav asks, his hand tightening around yours.

You shake your head. “I think I’ve got it. Enjoy golfing. I’ll see you later though, okay?”

Reese grins, his gaze shifting between the two of you. “She coming to the cookout tonight?”

Mav groans, shaking his head. “I hadn’t asked her yet.”

“My bad,” Reese mumbles before shrugging. “Ask her now. See you later, y/n.”

“Later,” you laugh as he runs off, unfazed by his slip-up. You turn to Mav and frown at the defeated look on his face. “It’s fine, Mav. I can play dumb if you want.”

He shakes his head and widens his stance to allow himself to be closer to your height. His lips brush your forehead. “Will you come to my family’s cookout tonight?”

Your eyes widen a bit at the realization. “Like meet your parents?”

He shrugs. “They’ll be there.”

“But…” Your mouth goes dry.

“They know about you already if that is your concern.”

“Ah,” you murmur before looking off over the visible parts of the course and the ocean at the edge. “Then yes, I will come.”

“Yeah?” He asks, happiness spreading through him as he cups your face with both hands.

You nod before leaning up on your toes to peck his lips. “I’d love to.”

“Good!” He smiles, and you run your fingers up his forearms to his hands. “Now that we have that out of the way, I have another question.”

“Go for it.”

“Have you been crying?”

The serotonin boost is temporary as you deflate and huff again. “Maybe.”

“Why?”

“Rough morning.”

His lips press into a line, and he gently lifts your marked wrist. “Have something to do with this?”

“Also, maybe.”

“What happened?”

You exhale and try to ignore the sadness as you watch him examine your wrist. “Nothing major. I’m okay, I promise.”

He frowns, his touch gentle as he flips your wrist over to inspect the inside of your wrist. “You can tell me, you know. It’s part of how dating works…” He looks at you with a teasing tilt to his lips, but you can see the concern in his eye. His attention shifts back to your injury, head bending over your wrist to inspect it further. “You don’t have to lie for my benefit, y/n. I like you, all of you.”

You blush a little and carefully pull your wrist from his hands. “Okay, truth then...” You fidget with your fingers for a second before meeting his gaze again. “I went to visit my dad in jail. He’s awaiting trial, and I went to see if there is a possibility he would get released anytime soon.”

“Is he?”

“No.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Mav attempts to read you.

“Good. If he gets out, then I can’t stay here.”

He frowns. “Why not?”

“It’s a long story.” You murmur, glancing back at the clubhouse. You are late now and likely sending Summer into a spiral. “But he used to abuse me. It is one of the many reasons I had to move away a few years ago.”

Mav nods before clearing his throat. “I can keep you safe, you know. So you can stay…”

You smile, stepping into his space. “Thank you, but I’m safe with him in jail. And I’m staying… some people need me here.”

Mav smiles at you. “Good.”

You smile at him, dragging your hand over his arm. "Now that we have caught up and I've agreed to meet your parents, I need to go find my coworkers, okay?"

He smiles before leaning in and kissing you. You kiss him back before patting his waist and starting the trek out to the sixteenth hole.

(Chapter Seven)

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Vigilante Shit (Chapter Two)

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It does not take long for it to start feeling like old times as the Twinkie honks loudly, pulling up into the yard, followed by an Xterra. Kiara and Pope hop out, and Pope waves at you while JJ, John B, and someone you recognize gets out of the Twinkie. Even without Pope’s explanation earlier in the day, you could still spot the pretty Cameron girl a mile away. John B is the first to get to you. He hugs you tightly.

“Is that Sarah Cameron?” You whisper to him.

He laughs, rubbing your back. “Yeah, yeah, it is.”

“My other little brother, all in love and shit,” you tease, tapping his chin once he lets you go. He rolls his eyes and shoves your shoulder. “Kiara!” You grin at her and pull her into a hug.

“Hi!” She beams at you. “JJ is really happy you are home,” she whispers in your ear, and you smile gratefully at her. “Like really happy.”

“Thank you.” You smile at her and turn your attention to Sarah. “Sarah, nice to see you again.”

She smiles, leaning into John B’s side. “I hope it’s okay I’m here.”

“Of course!” You grin, glancing back at the house. “The more hands, the better.”

“Shall we?” Pope gestures towards the house.

“Yes, and then hamburgers for dinner,” you grin and lead them in. “JJ, your room is your responsibility, but I can do your laundry if you bring it to me. Pope, John B, do you think you two can tackle the backyard? Maybe dig out the old grill?”

They nod in unison.

“Perfect! Kie, Sarah,” you turn to the two girls. “Living room and breakfast nook would be great. I’m finishing up the kitchen, and then I’ll join you after I get my room done. We don’t have to worry about Luke’s room. If nothing is living in there, then I don’t care.”

JJ snorts, and you smile at him.

“Then hamburgers and s’mores for dinner if we can get the firepit fixed.”

“Let’s go!” Kiara grins. “I brought a playlist.”

“I have a Bluetooth speaker!” JJ runs to his bedroom, and you laugh before handing Sarah and Kie the supplies they would need.

“Mower, weed eater, and other stuff should be on the back porch. If they need gas, let me know, and I can give you cash,” you direct to John B, and he nods. “All right team, let’s fix Maybank Manor.”

Three hours later, you all sit around the picnic table Pope had managed to make useable after grilling and eating hamburgers while catching up. Kiara laughs, throwing a chip at JJ when he teases her about falling over the couch earlier while trying to get to a cobweb.

“Be nice!” You chide him while laughing with the rest of the group. You sip your soda while enjoying the sight of JJ and his friends feeling at home and comfortable with you.

“So,” Sarah turns her attention to you from across the table. “How does it feel to be back so far?”

“It feels weird but good. Now that the house is cleaned and occupied again.” You glance at JJ with a grin as you speak. “I need to find a job. My savings is for college, not this summer, I’m afraid.”

Kiara leans up to look at you. “My parents are looking for someone.”

You pause, your smile fading. “Kie, thanks, but your parents are not exactly my biggest fan.”

She winces at realizing what you are saying is accurate.

“I was thinking about the Island Club,” you offer up and look at JJ. “Are you in the manager’s good graces enough to put in a good word for your sister?”

“Yes. But are you sure you want to be around the kooks so soon?”

You shrug. “Got to get it over with at some point, right?”

“I can help too,” Sarah adds in, pushing her leftover chips around. “They really like my dad, and we’re members, so….”

“If you think it’ll help,” you agree with a grateful smile. “How do we feel about s’mores and cards?”

“Yes!” Kiara, Pope, and JJ all jump up and scatter to do what is necessary as you begin to gather plates. Sarah helps you with a smile while watching her friends, and John B fixates on cramming the last of his second burger into his mouth.

The night is full of laughter, stories of your time away from both sides and a promise to make it the best summer as a family. You poke Pope’s cheek as he gets way too sentimental while John B and JJ laugh as they wrestle each other over the last marshmallow.

“So,” you hum, nesting into your lawn chair. “How long have you had eyes for John B?”

Sarah grins around the can she is sipping from.

You laugh, shaking your head. “As long as he is happy, and you won’t hurt him. I don’t care that it is you he is dating.” She looks over at you, and you smile, looking at the two still wrestling. “JJ was born my brother, but John B became my brother during childhood. They are my family, and they are all I care about. With Big John missing and Luke in jail, I’m the only adult they have. So, I mean it, do not break his heart.”

She nods, looking away from you. The seconds tick by, and you can practically see the wheels turning in her head. “I’m sorry about everything that happened when you were fifteen.”

You exhale, shrugging. “It’s the past, and I can’t change it.”

“I know,” she murmurs. “But my brother….”

“It’s fine, Sarah,” you cut her off and shake your head, refusing to go down that road. “Let’s leave it in the past, okay?”

“Okay.”

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One solo beach day before you start working at the Island Club tomorrow, is perfect for you as you lounge on the beach towel while reading a book. A shadow falls over you, and you sigh, rolling onto your back to see the last person you want to see today.

“Look who it is!” He smirks in satisfaction. “Should have known when Daddy got arrested that his little girl would show up to clean up his mess.”

“Fuck off, Barry,” you grumble while tugging your coverup on over your bikini.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Peach.”

“Peach?” You tip your head, glaring at him. “What the fuck is that?”

He laughs, rubbing his hand over his chin. “You ran away to Georgia, didn’t you? So, you’re a Georgia peach now.”

You roll your eyes and stand, dusting any excess sand off before gathering your things. “I didn’t run away. I was sent away, or don’t you remember?”

Barry smirks, letting his dark gaze travel over you, and you see the hunger bloom in his eyes. A shudder rolls through you at that all-too-familiar look. He reaches out, his fingertips brushing over your jaw.

“Yeah, I remember. And you kept that bitch mouth shut like the good little girl you are, didn’t you?”

You slap his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

He laughs. “Or what, Peach? The way I see it, it can be like old times. Your daddy’s debt becomes yours, and you will work it off….” He moves closer to you, crowding your space. His fingers drag down your arm. “Like old times.”

“The fuck I will.” You shove his chest. The anxiety flaring inside you makes the shove harder than you intended, but it gets the message across as he is forced to take a step back. “Old times are dead and gone. My dad’s debt is his debt. You can go collect it at the jail if you want your money so bad. Or you can take my silence two years ago as the payment.”

He smirks, shaking his head. “Little girl has gone off and grew a pair, huh?”

“Fuck off, Barry.”

He snorts, reaching for you again, but you twist your arm away and out of his reach.

“No!” You glare at him. “I’m not that naive teenage girl anymore, and I’m not afraid of you either.”

Barry laughs, sticking his hands into his pockets before shaking his head. “You’ve been away too long.”

“And you’re too simple minded,” you retort, shouldering your tote higher. “Leave me alone, Barry. You’re dead to me, and so is that little girl.”

You begin to walk away, hoping that Barry will vanish, but you know better.

“So that’s it, huh?” He calls after you. “You move away and become a little bitch that thinks she’s better than the rest of us!”

You laugh, more so to annoy him, and it works because his hand grips your arm moments later. A harsh gleam in his eyes as he glares at you.

“Let me go!” You snap, tugging your arm back. “Do not touch me again!”

“Or what?” He leers at you.

You shake your head, a laugh bubbling up. “I have an abusive father and a younger brother that knows how to defend himself. I know how to break a nose.”

“Do it,” he taunts, his smile turning smug.

When you do not move, he takes it as a go ahead to grab at you again. Dodging his attempt, you take a step further away from him. “What do you not get?! I’m not your plaything anymore!”

Barry laughs before reaching for you again. This time your fist connects with his face, and he stumbles backward. His hands immediately shoot up to his nose as blood rushes from his nostrils.

“Next time it will be your dick, Asshole!” You yell before turning to leave him there. You pause as a few unfamiliar faces gawk at you in shock. “What?”

“We were coming to help,” one guy offers, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you have it handled.”

“Thanks,” you muse and push past them as you shake your hand. It still stings from the impact. You glance back to see the one who spoke and another preventing Barry from coming after you.

“They got him.” The remaining one talks as he walks beside you. “Who taught you to punch like that? It was a decent right jab.”

You shake your head, blushing a little. “My brothers.”

“Brothers?”

“Yeah, why?”

He pauses with you beside your car as you drop your beach things into the backseat. You look up at him. The curiosity he has for you reflects at him in your gaze.

“So, no boyfriend?” He asks.

“No.”

“Shame. Maybe it would help with your problem.”

“Who? That asshole. I can handle him.”

He laughs, leaning against your car. “Yeah, we saw.”

You laugh before shaking your head. “He’ll show up again. He always does.”

“So you are from around here then?”

“Just moved back,” you offer up more information than you typically would, but he is cute, and his friends are scaring away a pissed off Barry, so it only seems fair. “You?”

“Moved here this past winter.”

“Ah.” You muse, glancing as his friends make their way up the beach path. “Tell them thank you for me?” You open your door, but he catches it before you can fully open it.

“What about me?”

You shrug. “They did all the hard work of being bodyguards.”

“But I checked on the girl.”

You laugh, and he joins in. “Fine. Thank you,” you murmur before leaning up and pecking his cheek.

He grins, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “I’m Mav.”

“Y/n.”

He repeats your name before his fingers brush yours as he lets go of the door.

“Well,” you huff. “ I guess this is goodbye.”

“How about see you later?” He asks, continuing to flirt with you, and you bite your lip at his cockiness. “The island is small; I’m sure we’ll find each other again.”

“Maybe.” You get into your car and leave the lot, glancing back once to see his friends, most likely sharing his win of getting your name. Your lips tingle, and you blush at how bold you were to kiss his cheek. A smile plants itself on your face. Someone does not know who you are, and it feels good.

(Chapter Three)

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Vigilante Shit (Chapter Five)

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Kiara looks up at you, eyebrow scrunching from the sun shining in her eyes. “Is Mav coming?”

“Yep, he should be here soon.” You are unable to help the smile that spreads across your face. “Is Sarah?”

“Sure is!” John B flashes a grin at you before nudging JJ. “So… Jay, it’s been a while since we’ve done a sister dump.”

“No!” You point at them, immediately taking a few steps back toward The Wreck. “No, that tradition is dead.”

“No, it’s not,” JJ laughs as he begins to move closer. His eyes scrunch as he looks at you, chin tipping back so he can smile up from his seated position. “If anything, we are two years overdue.”

“JJ Maybank!”

He mocks you in a girly voice. “Y/n Maybank!”

You glare at him. You do not miss Kie or Pope getting to their feet while trying to be stealthy. “Absolute not!” You squeal and take off for the safety of the restaurant.

You are determined to run as far as you can down the dock and dockside bar before any of them catches you. John B reaches out to grab you in his arms, but you barely dodge him.

“John B! No!” You scream, running away from him and further up the dock, away from the water. “I said no!”

“Come here!”

“No! No tossing me into the water!”

JJ laughs, joining in the chase along with Pope and Kiara. It feels like old times, but getting dropped into the water first thing upon arriving at The Wreck is not what you want to happen. You shudder at the thought of the cold water washing over you from head to toe. A gradual easing in would benefit you a lot better if they wanted to swim, and you really hope you can outrun them.

“What the hell did I do to you guys to deserve this?!” You cry, looking back at them in alarm. John B is gaining on you, and you panic, darting past the dockside bar. A yelp escapes you when you feel the brush of John B’s hand on your arm.

“What are you doing?!”

You gasp, “Finally!” Before veering to the right and to the safety of Mav’s arms.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, while he looks at John B and JJ skidding to a halt a few steps away. Pope and Kie are a few steps back from them. If you could give Mav on your side, you would both be able to push your brothers into the water and maybe even Kie and Pope.

“They are trying to drown me,” you rush out, tightening your arms around his waist. “Please don’t let them.”

He laughs before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “These two must be your brothers.”

“Yes!” You grin, hugging his waist as he leans forward to shake their hands. “This is JJ and John B.”

“Hey, man,” John B grins, shaking his hand. “You must be Mav.”

“That is correct,” Mav grins at them before looking down at you. “So, what is going on…?”

“Relaxation day.”

“No, I meant with this,” Mav reiterates before gesturing around you and the other four.

“Torture,” you offer, and JJ laughs with a shake of his head.

Kiara moves closer. “I’m Kie, and we are trying to throw her into the water.”

Mav adjusts his hold so that he can look down at you. “Are you afraid of the water?”

John B and JJ both snort and shake their heads.

“She’s actually a fish,” Pope adds in for you. He waves. “I’m Pope. She surfs better than JJ if you can believe it.”

JJ mocks offense, and you laugh, cheeks burning from the compliment.

“Maybe not now, it’s been a while since I’ve been surfing.”

Mav grins then, and you do not like the look in his eyes. “Well…” he muses before lifting you off your feet in a rush. You gasp, shoving at his chest, but he does not release his hold on you. Instead, his arms tighten around you.

“Mav!”

“I think we can get you back in the water, right guys?”

“Mav!” You squirm, and he laughs, tightening his arms around you even more so you cannot squirm. “I will never forgive you!”

He laughs, but it is too late as he walks back down the docks with you. You gasp, tightening your grip on his neck as the water’s surface comes into view with each step. The pogues cheer loudly as they follow you both down the dock. Pressing yourself against Mav’s chest, you shiver and cling to him. If you go, he is going with you.

“It’s too cold for me.” You whine loudly and see Anna and Mike Carrera step out of the restaurant.

It would not open for another hour or so which meant no guests were being disturbed by this debacle. You do not miss Anna laughing as she shields her eyes from the sun with her hand. Your teeth chatter at the ghost feeling of the cold water surging over you.

“Please, Mav, don’t do this!” You resort to begging, and he laughs.  “No second date for you either Mister.”

He laughs and leans down, pecking your lips. “You’ll warm up once you are in there. And maybe we can go surfing later…”

“You surf?”

“A little.”

You hum, and he takes the distraction of his surfing revelation to step off the dock with you in his arms. You gasp as the water envelopes you. Four more bodies drop into the water around you as you kick to the surface. Mav surfaces a few seconds after you along with the rest of the pogues.

“Never forgiving you,” you mumble, shivering, and he pulls you close to him. His arms wrap tightly around you, and you almost sigh at the feeling of his body heat enveloping you.

He tries to kiss you, but you turn away, and his lips meet your cheek. “Don’t be like that,” he chides playfully, and you pout at him. “I had to win them over, you know.”

“I still don’t like you right now,” you huff, clinging closer to him, but you peck his lips quickly. The pogues groan in annoyance, and you both laugh.

“Okay, let’s dry off and get you warm,” he murmurs, lips brushing your temple. “OR you’ll turn purple in June.”

“I’m cold-natured,” you whisper and nuzzle your face against his shoulder. “You should’ve listened to me.”

“Next time.”

“There is no next time!” You let him go and try to swim away to the dock ladder, but he pulls you back against his chest.

“Promise me that isn’t true.”

You sigh and pat his hand. “It isn’t if you let me go, and I can get a towel to dry off.”

“All right.”

He releases you, and you swim to the ladder with him behind you. Boos and sounds of disappointment follow you, but you ignore them. He follows you up the ladder where Anna and Mike both wait with towels and wide smiles.

“Welcome home, Honey,” she murmurs, rubbing your arms after wrapping the towel around you. You are surprised at her reaction but accept it with a bright smile.

“Thank you!” You brush the towel across your cheek as you huddle underneath it. “Please meet Mav.”

“Hi,” he grins, clutching his towel. “My mom loves your restaurant.”

“Thank you.” Mike grins at him. “Quite the ride outside.”

 “Oh!” Mav grins as he hustles himself closer to you. “Thank you! It was a gift from my parents after winning a tournament last year.”

“Tournament? What do you play?” Anna asks him.

You glance back at the pogues and see JJ pouting that Anna and Mike seem to have taken a liking to the new you. You stick your tongue out at the pogues before leaning back against Mav’s chest.

“Surfing and golf are my two big ones,” he offers, and you tip your head back to look at him. Your eyes narrow at his fib about surfing earlier. “I placed third in nationals with surfing and won the golf tournament.”

“Congratulations!” Mike grins at him along with Anna. “Well, food and drinks will be out in a second, okay?”

“Thanks, you guys,” you smile at them, and they head back to the restaurant, and you turn to Mike. “That was a little weird.”

“What?” He asks, dropping his arms around your waist. “Most parents like me.”

“Most don’t like me.”

He laughs, nudging his lips down to yours. “I don’t believe that.”

“I used to be pure trouble.”

“I don’t believe it.”

JJ interrupts your privacy as he steps onto the dock, dripping water everywhere. “You should. She was a mess.”

“Thanks!” You glare at him, and he laughs before nudging you as he passes with his towel.

“So, those are your brothers huh?” Mav asks, his lips brushing your cheek.

You smile, watching the others follow JJ back down the dock. “Yes, JJ has been trouble since the day he was born too, and John B was the missing link that we managed to find when JJ was in the third grade.”

“Oh! John B is adopted?”

“Sort of. JJ and I were adopted by him and his dad when they were seven and it has been that way ever since.” You smile, tipping your head back to look at him. “He is my brother. It doesn’t matter that we aren’t related by blood.”

Mav presses his lips to the tip of your nose before looking up at the pogues. “And the other three?”

“Three?” You look and smile a little when you spot Sarah and John B huddled together. “Ah. Sarah Cameron.”

“Young love,” he teases.

You shake your head before smiling as you watch JJ, Pope, and Kiara hustle to the food tray Anna has brought out. “Kiara and Pope have been around for a while too. Kie crossed to the dark side for a bit but came back after everything that happened with Big John.”

“Dark side?” He asks, picking your hand up and playing with your fingers. “Who is Big John?”

“Dark side is the kook side,” you giggle and lace your fingers with his. “And Big John is John B’s dad. He disappeared a few months ago.”

“That sucks.”

You nod, frowning a bit. “I’m looking after him, though.”

Mav leans down, his lips brushing yours before he smiles at you. “My girl.”

“Oh?”

His cheeks flame at your surprise. “About that?”

“I’m listening,” you nestle back against his chest.

“Second date? You and me?”

You turn, hooking your arms around his shoulders. “I would love to. Now, what do you say we go eat some amazing food?”

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After everyone split up for the remainder of the day and Mav went to help his mom with errands you are on a new mission. A mission to put someone back in their place and remind them that secrets are meant to stay buried.

Rafe looks up from working on his motorbike when you clear your throat to catch his attention. “Y/n.”

“Asshole.”

He snorts, dropping the microfiber cloth he had onto the seat of his bike. “What are you doing in Figure 8? Visiting your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend… yet.”

He smirks, leaning against the bike. “Why are you here then?”

You shake your head, arms crossing against your waist. “Wasting my time probably. It’s not like you care enough to stop what you and Top are doing.”

“What are we doing exactly, Maybank?”

“Rehashing old shit. Trying to ruin my restart at life here.”

He smirks, looking down at his hands, his gold signet ring catching the sunlight. “Is that all it was? Old shit?”

You glare at him. “Why do you have to be such a jerk all the time?”

He stands straight and crosses the small space between you. “I don’t give a shit what you think, y/n. And I’m not a jerk. I wasn’t the one that cheated and hooked up with a drug dealer.”

A laugh bubbles up your throat, and you shake your head. “The drug dealer you now use, right?”

He whistles low with a shake of his head before taking a step back from you. “Barry tell you that?”

“Barry and I do not talk,”  you supply, staring at him. “Barry is the reason I had to leave, or did he not tell you that when you two became buddies?”

“He’s not my buddy.”

“Sure, he’s not.” You mutter before starting to walk away from him. This conversation is getting you nowhere. The self-centered Kook is staying true to his nature despite how much he tried to pretend he was not.

“Hey!” He grabs your wrist, hauling you back to him. “I’m not done talking yet.”

“Oh. Pardon me.” Sarcasm drips from your tone, and you yank your wrist back from his grip. “Please continue to enlighten me about your friendship with Barry.”

He rolls his eyes.

“I really love hearing about two of my ex-boyfriends becoming the bestest of friends. A real Disney channel moment,” you muse while glaring at him.

He shakes his head. “Why are you so angry?”

“I am angry because of my father, because of you, because of fucking Barry.” You snap at him. “I hold grudges better than most people now. It’s my comfort, it is the only thing that holds my hand at night when the demons come to play.”

“So, Mav isn’t holding your hand then?”

“Fuck you, Cameron!” You snap at him. “Why do you care that I was on a date the other night?” You glare at him, hands fisted by your sides. “You could have walked by without saying anything, and you could’ve kept your mouth shut to Topper about who I really am.”

“Just leave, y/n. I’m not talking to you when you are looking for a fight.” Rafe moves to walk past you. “I know old habits die hard…”

“No! Tell me. Why is it so bad that I went on a date with Mav?” You block him from leaving. His hands land on your hips, and your cheeks flush at the feel of his skin on yours even if it is just his fingertips.

His eyes blaze as he stares at you. “Because it wasn’t with me. You come back to this place, and you pretend I am nothing to you. I wasn’t perfect, I know that, but I wasn’t a dick to you despite what you have convinced yourself to believe.”

Your eyes turn painful, and you step away from his touch. “Why do you care, hmm? Why do you care what I think about you?” You push him further into anger. “Why do you care so much that you want to ruin my restart? Because you never loved me, you only used me, Rafe.”

His eyes darken, but then a voice cuts through the tense moment. “Y/n?”

You spin to see Sarah coming from the house. A confused look on her face. You move closer to her, and she studies over you and then Rafe. Concern and confusion clash in her features.

“What is going on?”

“Rafe is telling me all about his new friendship with Barry…” You murmur, cocking your head to the side as you stare at your ex-boyfriend. “You know Barry, right Sarah?”

“Unfortunately.”

You hum before turning your attention back to Rafe. Your eyebrows raise in a challenge. But he shakes his head.

“Go away, Maybank.”

“With pleasure.”

(Chapter Six)

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