" One of our shipments got busted attempting to deliver to one of our clubs," rings through my ears. I'm actually shocked. We have never had to deal with an issue like this before.

"Well that doesn't mean there's a rat," I correct him.

The driver probably got busted due to his careless driving. Draven shakes his head, as if he knows for certain. And that makes me nervous. I finish what's left of my whiskey and reach for the bottle of scotch. Instead of pouring another shot, I drink it straight from the bottle. I was right, we will be drinking a lot of this.

"How do you know it wasn't a random act?"

Draven takes the bottle from my hand, and takes a large swig of it, handing it back to me. He pinches the bridge of his nose. You can tell the wheels are turning in his head.

"I had the opportunity to talk to, John personally, and he thinks the same thing. We have been doing this a long time Reese, not once has anything like this occurred. And if it was a random act, then why would they search the truck?" He does have a valid point there.

"Look, they pulled the driver over, and immediately began searching the truck. They don't do shit like that unless they know something is going to be found Reese," he tells me straightforward.  As much as I would like to debunk his insinuation, I can't. I sigh in frustration.

Draven and I continued with our conversation for a few hours. Drinking the entire bottle of scotch, and eventually opening a new one. The more we drank the more irritated we both became, not at each other, but at the situation at hand. We disagreed on many things, but still managed to agree on one thing in particular, the rat has to be someone who works closely with us.

A knock at the door interrupts our deliberations, causing my anger to quickly rise. "Go the fuck away," I yell harshly. At this point, I don't give two shits who it is. I have a buzz, and don't have the patience to deal with anything else right now.

I can see the shadow of their feet from under the door. Apparently, whoever it is can't take a fucking hint. I growl out in frustration, and stand from my seat. I glance at Draven who is still sipping on his drink, and walk towards the door. "What part of go the fuck away, don't you understand," I roar, swinging the door open violently.

Wren, jumps back with her palms raised in submission. I can see the uneasiness in her eyes. My chest tightens at the sight. What buzz I did have, has since evaporated. "I-I'm s-sorry for interrupting. I-I'll c-come back later,"  she stutters out in a whisper and backs away slowly.

She glances behind me, as she continues to back away, keeping her guard up. The fact that I'm the one who has caused her to feel uneasy has me completely paralyzed. She turns, bolting down the hall as fast as her legs will let her. After a moment, I pull myself back to reality.

"Shit!"

This is all I need right now! Without another thought, I race down the hall in search of Wren. I hear heavy footsteps trailing behind me, it has to be Draven."Reese what's going on?"

I ignore his question and head in the direction of Wren's office. Draven grabs me by the arm, yanking me to a stop. "Reese, what the fuck is going on?" He demands an answer. I try to pull my arm from his grasp, but his grip tightens.

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you! Draven, we have to find her, like now," I tell him in a panic. He loosen his grip, and I advance towards her office, opening the door. To my disappointment she isn't here. "Where the fuck is she?" I running my fingers through my hair. 

"I should have known it was her by the way she knocked. I shouldn't have yelled at her like that," I ramble on, pacing back and forth, running my fingers through my hair. My chest begins to hurt, taking my breathe away. I walk to the door only to have Draven step in front of me, preventing me from going any further. I have come to the realization, he's not going to let me pass until he gets his answer.

She's going to kill me for telling him this."Wren developed PTSD after years of abuse. One of her triggers is being yelled at by men, and only men."

His body goes ridged, and he steps aside slowly allowing me to pass. Draven stays silent for a moment.

"She isn't going to hurt herself is she?" He asked in a hushed tone, falling into step beside me.

If I wasn't his brother, and didn't know him so well, I wouldn't have been able to pick up the distress in his voice. Unable to speak, I shake my head in response. I hear him let out a sigh of relief, at least that's what I think it was.

After all Wren has been through, never once did I suspect or even acknowledge the thought of her possibly hurting herself, at least not intentionally. I know her just as well as she knows me. She not only has two beautiful children who love her unconditionally, she also has me for support. So no, I don't see it happening at all. If anything, she's having an anxiety attack, a severe one at that.

"The roof," I shout, as soon as the thought came to mind. "That's her place of thinking, her place of peace. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner," I tell Draven in excitement. My head is so cluster-fucked right now, it just slipped my mind. I am positive that's where she is!

I lead Draven to the roof top, and open the door. Rain pounds against the hard surface. "Are you sure she's up here?" Draven's voice floods my ears with uncertainty. At first I myself, had my doubts, but my gut keeps gnawing at me.

"Positive," I lie, not too sure now, and step out on to the roof further. My eyes search carefully over the area in front of me, finding nothing but the air-conditioning unit, and some piping. I glance behind me to see Draven still standing in the doorway. I shake my head. "Fucking pussy, afraid of a little water," I murmur.

"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join me?" I shout out to him a little irritated. What the fuck was the point of him coming up here, if he isn't going to help me find her? He mutters something under his breath, before finally joining me. He acts like he's going to melt or something.

The roof isn't that big, so it should be easy to find her, if she's here. Draven and I search the roof thoroughly. I didn't realize how cluttered it was. Hell, I don't even know what half this shit is! "I swear to god Reese, if she isn't up here I'm going to be fucking pissed," Draven tells me in a serious tone.

"Maybe you should have kept your pussifide-self in the office then," I reply smartly, looking him dead in the eyes.

I want off this roof just as bad as he does, but he doesn't hear me crying about it. He clenches his jaw at my comment, but says nothing. I sigh, and turn my attention back to the task at hand.

"Maybe you both should head back inside," Wren's voice calls out to us. Draven and I both snap our attention towards the roof top entrance, to see Wren, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. Relief washes over me. Draven lets out a growl-sigh, and glares at me. He can't be too mad, technically she is here.

" You been inside this entire time?" Draven seethes though gritted teeth, as we approach her.

She nods her head, and steps back allowing us to enter the tiny room. I close the door behind me, and look Wren up and down. Well, she definitely wasn't outside that's for sure.

" I would have been outside but, as you can see it's raining, and I didn't want to get wet," she finishes, placing her hand over her mouth, hiding her amusement. I glance over at Draven who is staring at her with a blank expression on his face, his mouth slightly ajar. Holy shit, he's actually speechless! I chuckle lightly, gaining his attention.

His eyes narrow on me, I ignore it, and turn my attention back to Wren. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you! Are you alright?" I pull her into a wet hug. She gasps at the feel of my cold wet clothes, and wrapping her arms around me.

"Yeah, I'm alright, you just scared me for a moment, I wasn't expecting it."

She pulls her head back and smiles. That's the one thing about Wren. She is a very forgiving person, even when you don't deserve it, which is why she stayed with Maxen all them years. His manipulation and her kindness was the key to her imprisonment. Getting her away from him was hard work, but I managed. He had her so brainwashed, it broke my heart.

" Where were you?" Draven demands, pulling me back. His voice is deep with authority. Wren looks at Draven, and crosses her arms in defiance. He approaches her, in a nonthreatening manner, towering over her like a giant. This should be interesting.

" Don't take that tone with me Draven. I'm not one of your little whores who has to answer you when you want her too," she begins, "I dealt with shit like that for years, and I will not turn back. I may have my issues with men and shit, but I am working on them. And I will not tolerate another controlling asshole, to walk into my life, thinking he can say or do whatever he wants to me, regardless of the consequences," she finishes in one breath.

Her face red and breathing is heavy. I am completely stunned by her out burst. I never thought in a million years she would stand up for herself, and that I would be there to witness it. Who knew that taking self-defense classes  would completely transform her from being this sweet, shy, walk all over me woman, to don't fuck with me in a matter of a few short weeks. I'm glad I'm not at the receiving end of her wrath. Where's the popcorn when you need it!

I glance over at Draven, who looks just as stunned as I am. Wren sighs, and makes her way down the stairs, leaving Draven and I standing in a dumbfounded state. After a moment, Draven regains his composure, and runs down the steps, after Wren. I'm not going to lie, I am loving every moment of this. Keeping my distance, I follow behind him.

We round the corner, just in time to see Wren, enter her office. Draven power walks down the hall towards her office, and opens the door, walking right in, slamming the door behind him. As I approach the door, I can hear Draven pleading for Wren to forgive him. And that's when it occurred to me that Draven, has fallen in love with my best friend. Why else would he care about how she feels or if she's mad at him?

I decide to let them handle their issues, and head to my office. I need to finish paper work anyway. I entered my office, and head straight for my desk, not wasting any time. I am half way through my paper work when I hear faint moans and groans, coming from somewhere on this floor. I push my chair out, deciding to investigate.

I enter the hall, and proceed down the hall. I stop when I realized the moaning is coming form Wren's office. Well that didn't take very long. I smile to myself, heading back to my office. Neither one of them can tell me that there isn't some sort of feelings going on between the two of them.