Blame It On Pride

Y/n's POV:

Rafe sighs heavily, closing his eyes for a brief second, as he then opens them and looks right into my eyes, he is raging...

'Y/n...you will exit through-'

'I am not leaving-'

He slams the wall with his fist right beside me, he exhales and rolls his tongue through his inner cheek, 

'I don't care if you want to or not, you are leaving.' He demands, he looks a bit terrifying, deadly-serious, unnerving even, I hear people whimpering and crying in distance, some beseeching for mercy, gunshots, however it all seems ablur, as if watching through a screen once I am near Rafe, his eyes are on mine, his jaw is clenched, 

'That door, when I tell you to do so, you will exit and taking car keys, you will go home.' He commands, giving me the keys, 

'How will you-'

'Just listen to what I am telling you to do.' He muses, as he opens my palm and places keys in my hand himself, he won't get home if I leave, however if I don't, I will be a distraction, 

'Sure-alright...' I mutter, he nods and glares behind us, scanning the room, he is holding my shoulder tightly, as he inspects the surroundings, 

'Go!' He commands, as I stroll towards the door, I hear a loud gunshot behind me, gasping I turn around and I can't see Rafe anymore, I panic-

What if he got hurt?

No taxis will take him, he is mad, he is really, really mad, but can he get madder than he already is?

Without thinking, I scoot into the office, papers scattered, blood on counters, I glance through the doorframe and search for Rafe, I notice him standing behind a pole, he is gesturing for some henchmen to move to the other side of the room, however, right behind the pole, there's another guard and I do not think that he is the good-kind...

Before shooting, I aim for his abdomen, however I await, making sure that he is not one of ours, the clue was that he was aiming for Rafe-

I then pull the trigger, this time not missing, getting him right in the abdomen, Rafe shakes his head, searching for who shot, I quickly slide back into the office, hoping that he didn't see me...

I was about to look again, however right before I could, I feel strong arm grasping me, leading me back into the office and slamming the office door, my eyes meet his, well, now he is officially angry...I saved his life?

His hand is wrapped around my throat, squeezing it quite hard, his other hand is holding a gun, pressing it against my stomach, 

We don't talk for seconds, he is just looking at me, there is a distant affliction in his facial expressions, I didn't listen to him...again, but I am not supposed to oblige his every command when I know, it's shitty-

'Y/n, what part about leaving this building didn't go through your head?'

'The fact that you were left here to die.' I attempt to respond, however him blocking my breathing is not helping, especially his rings that press even harder against my skin, 

'Left here to die?'

'Yes-no taxi would take a man covered in blood-'

'What do I have to do for you to listen huh? Why did you come when I explicitly told you not to?'

'Because you explicitly told me not to...' I mumble, he exhales heavily, 

'You never listen-you always have to be so damn stubborn that it's honestly getting on my nerves... we are going home.' He demands, as he lets go of my throat, I cough, supplicating for air, he is holding my wrist as he looks outside the office, shooting reduces and so does yelling, I think it's coming to an end...

Rafe grasps me tighter and leads me outside the building, down the staircase and towards the car that was parked outside, 

He is not talking, not saying even one word, he opens the door for me and I sit down, securing a seatbelt,

He then sits in front of the steering wheel, his jaw is tense, eyes darker as he rests his hand on the back of my seat once again, scanning behind us and with one hand, manoeuvring us out of the parking purlieu and towards the apartment...

He is deadly-silent, it's so tranquil in here that I can hear my own heartbeat...it's palpitating, 

Rafe is controlling the car with one of his hand, the other one resting on the transmission, 

I am fearing to even breath at this point,

It's already dark, murky even, lanterns above us twinkling, cars determined to get home as soon as possible after being at work, 

Rafe still didn't say a word, he is just driving, he seems so tense, every muscle in his body clenched, 

It's not even awkward, it's just so...concerning in a way, he has something to say, I can see it, however when he will say it, I am not sure, and that concerns me...