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Wren[Six Days Later]When Quincy steps into the kitchen, I glare at her. Worse, Ray follows behind her, shirtless and in a pair of sweats.His brown hair sticks up everywhere, and it’s times like this that I notice how different we are. I’ve been told we look nothing alike, and some days I see how how true that statement is.“We’re sorry,” Quincy mumbles, her cheeks red.I cross my arms. “This is the third night I’ve heard you guys. Why, just why, can’t you hold out until I leave?”They’ve been going at it this week, and it has to be the most uncomfortable experience of my life. When I told Ezra about it, he laughed and asked me why I’m always at the other end of people’s intimacies.Ha. Ha. Very funny, Ezra.“I can’t help that my girlfriend wants me, Chirp. If you were her, you’d want me too.”“Gross, Ray.” My nose scrunches up. “I’m going back to Ezra’s.”“So soon?” He crosses the island to plate some eggs and bacon for Quincy.“What do you mean soon? I’ve been here for more tha

EzraTRIGGER WARNING ‼️ CONTAINS VIOLENCE, PROCEED WITH CAUTION❗️“Fifteen million, Ray. Consider this—”He lifts his gun and points it at Wren. My eyes widen, and the rest of his words zoom past my ears. I reach for her, but it’s impossible with Ray shuffling forward to get to her too.A shot rings out, and I freeze. My heart drops when the bullet grazes Wren’s arm. She staggers, and Ray catches her before she falls. “Wren!” He shouts, his gun falling to the ground with a thud that amplifies itself in my mind.And all I see is red.“Lock the fucking door, Torch!” I yell, jaw tight. My chest bubbles with so much rage, anger.If they think they’d nick my girl, and walk out of here, they must be mistaken.Torch bolts the door, and when they raise their guns to fire, I shoot the three men in the leg. Reggie’s gun is snatched from his hand by Torch..Their howls are music to my ears.Pushing my way past the crowd, Reggie is the only one I see. And oh, the thoughts and plans I have for

WrenI frown. “Is everything okay?”“Smitties MC,” he sighs. “They’re so fucking pissed. And their president will be arriving.”“I thought Reggie was the president?” My voice manages to stay calm despite the absolute terror I feel.What does this mean? For me, for Ray, for Ezra?We’re definitely getting fucked.Ezra scoffs. “Reggie is too weak and power-hungry to be the president. All he has is bark and no bite.”I raise a brow. “Tell that to the wound on my arm. I bet it’s his bark that shot me.”He snorts. “That’s not how I meant it.”“It’s fine. What are we going to do? Do you know who their president is?”“Yes. Well, not exactly. But she’s a woman.”“A woman!!!”“Yes. Word has it she’s ruthless, merciless. Not one to be toyed with.”My frown deepens. “All this hassle for Tristan? Was he really that good a team player?”“Exactly my thoughts, Birdie. There’s more to this. It feels like a personal vendetta, and you’re the target.”“But why would they target me?”“Think,” he says. “Ha

Wren“You always play rough, Noah. Now, look what you did!” Hannah scolds, crossing her arms as she glares at Noah who sits quietly at the corner.“That’s enough, sweetheart,” I say softly. “Look, my arm’s better now. Your daddy has sorted it out.”We both stare at my freshly bandaged arm as Ezra finishes. It still hurts, but at least it’s not bleeding anymore.Noah’s lips wobble. “I’m s-sorry, aunt Wr-Wren.” A tear rolls down his face, and he wipes his nose with the back of his sleeves.“Come here, love.” I hold my good arm out.He shakes his head.Beth and Ezra exchange looks, sighing simultaneously.“Go on,” Beth says to him. “Aunt Wren isn’t mad at you.”“Your mom’s right. I’m not mad at you, Noah.”He sniffles and slowly, he makes his way over. I pull the dark-haired boy to me, rubbing his back gently as he hugs me.“Did you want to hurt me?” I ask when I pull away.“N-no.”“Then it was an accident. You didn’t know I was injured, okay? I forgive you, sweetie.”That seems to set

WrenI look out the window of the car, gaze fixed on the tall hospital building surrounded by flowers, and so many colors.“Hey.” Ezra touches my arm. “You good?”My brows draw closer. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”He scratches the back of his head, then runs the hand down his face and exhales. “I’m just…I don’t think this is a good idea.”“Meeting your mom?”“Yes.”I frown. “Why? I’m not uncomfortable, baby. You know that.”With the way he’s avoiding my eyes, something tells me he’s been lying to me about this visit. Two days ago, he came up with absurd reasons on why we couldn’t visit his mom.Same with yesterday. Talking about forgetting to inform them about our visit.“It’s not that-” he blows a breath. “My mom—us, as a family—we’ve been through a whole lot. We’ve been—” he chokes on his words, jaw tightening.Placing my hand on his thigh, I’m grateful that I can now move my arm. “Talk me to me, what is it?”“My mom…she’s not crazy, Wren.”I nod, rubbing his thigh as I reply so