LOGINWrenThe morning after Chloe’s visit, the atmosphere in the penthouse was suffocating. I spent two hours staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the grey fog roll over the city, trying to convince myself that I was fine.I was not fine. But I was determined to pretend I was."Wren."I turned to find Ross standing near the kitchen counter. The harsh, dark shadow in his eyes from yesterday had softened, replaced by a quiet, determined warmth. He was wearing dark jeans and a plain black jacket, no tactical gear, no badge on his belt."You look like you're trapped in a cage," Ross said softly, offering a faint, genuine smile. "I'm taking a few hours off the clock. Detective Miller has extra units on the building perimeter. Come outside with me."Before I could answer, Dani walked out of his bedroom, pulling a fresh shirt over his broad shoulders. His eyes immediately flicked to me, then to Ross.Ross looked over at his brother. "We're going to get some fresh air. Head down to t
WrenThe penthouse felt less like a fortress and more like a pressure cooker waiting to blow.By mid-morning, the rain had stopped, leaving behind a dull, grey fog that blanketed the city skyline. Downstairs, security was on high alert, but inside the glass walls, the real threat wasn't an assassin, it was the toxic, suffocating silence hanging between us.I stood at the kitchen island, staring down at a mug of dark coffee I had no intention of drinking. My chest burned with a dull, hollow ache that had persisted ever since Dani and I agreed that the kiss in the warehouse was "pure adrenaline." A total accident of terror. A temporary lapse in sanity.I had asked for that boundary. I had practically built the wall myself. So why did I feel like I was choking on the rubble?"The precinct confirmed two of Julian’s men are in custody," Ross said, breaking the silence as he walked out of the private office.His voice was terrifyingly flat. I turned to look at him, expecting the sharp, hype
Wren"Out. Everyone out," Ross’s voice barked through the warehouse, cold as shattered ice.The paramedics didn't need to be told twice. They were already scrambling backward, their eyes wide with a mixture of terror and utter bewilderment as they packed up their unused defibrillator pads. A man who had just flatlined was now standing up, his chest completely unmarred except for a smear of drying, dark blood where a fatal wound had been seconds ago."Detective, we need to log this—" the lead medic started, his voice shaking."You logged a faulty monitor grid and a superficial flesh wound that looked worse due to the dark," Ross interrupted, stepping directly into the medic's space. His posture was imposing, his badge glinting under the harsh halogens. "You will sign the standard tactical non-disclosure agreements at the precinct, or I will personally ensure your medical licenses are reviewed for gross incompetence in the field. Am I clear?"They nodded frantically, grabbing their gear
WrenThe world dissolved into a chaotic blur of flashing red and blue lights as paramedics flooded the warehouse. Strong hands gripped my shoulders, forcefully pulling me away from Dani’s unmoving body. I fought them, screaming, kicking, my fingernails digging into the turnout gear of a medic who was only trying to do his job."Let me go! Dani! Please!" My voice was a shredded, unrecognizable rasp."Ma'am, you need to step back and let us work!" a paramedic yelled, pinning me back as two others dropped a trauma jump-kit beside Dani.They tore off the rest of his blood-soaked shirt. I watched, paralyzed by terror, as a female medic pressed a manual resuscitator bag over his mouth, while the other began heavy, rhythmic chest compressions. The sickening sound of his ribs flexing under the pressure made me vomit onto the gravel.Ross stood a few feet away, entirely frozen. He wasn’t looking at the medics. He was staring at the gaping wound in his brother’s chest. The blood pooling on the
WrenThe gunshot didn’t just break the darkness; it shattered the world.In the microsecond of strobing muzzle flashes that followed, the warehouse became a hellscape of sound. I was violently thrown to the concrete floor as a massive, heavy weight crashed over me, shielding my body entirely from the lethal spray of bullets whistling through the dark."Stay down!" a voice bellowed. It was Ross, his weapon barking from a secondary angle near the western crates.Two distinct, heavy thuds echoed through the room as Julian's henchmen dropped to the floor, their rifles clattering away. Through the chaos, the sharp, frantic revving of an engine exploded from the rear of the building. A pair of headlights cut through the darkness as a blacked-out SUV smashed through the weak wooden loading docks at the back, tires screeching as Julian fled into the rainy night.The small win. The ambush had failed. Julian had lost his leverage, his men were neutralized, and he had been forced to run like a r
WrenThe silence that followed the dial tone was suffocating. My hands were shaking so violently I dropped the phone onto the marble island, the glass screen clattering against the stone. Theo’s terrified, breathless voice echoed in my ears, repeating like a death sentence.“Wren? Wren, don’t come! Please, they—”"We have fifty-two minutes," Ross said, his voice instantly dropping into a terrifyingly cold, clinical register. The frantic detective was gone; in his place stood a tactical operator. He snatched his phone, typing furiously. "Ryan, I need the blueprints for the north pier shipyard. Now. Every entrance, every blind spot, every structural vulnerability.""On it," Ryan whispered, his fingers flying across his keyboard as code and satellite imagery began cascading down his screens.Dani hadn’t moved. He stood completely still, staring at the blank phone screen, his breathing shallow. The sheer wave of lethal fury radiating off him was palpable. When he finally looked up at Ross
Wren’s POVThe doorbell pulled me out of sleep.Once. Twice. Then continuously.I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling.Footsteps in the hallway. Ross’s door. Ross on the stairs, moving fast.Then his voice as he opened the door, stripped of its composure, “Get the hell away from this door.”A
Wren’s pov“You’re drunk.” It was the only reasonable thing to say, the only thing that made sense given Dani was leaning close to me like that.“A little.” He admitted, like it was nothing, like he didn’t just ask if he could kiss me.“Then you should move… I’m your friend, not some random girl yo
WRENScreams and cheers erupted in the arena.Everything had happened within seconds, everyone had risen to their feet, both teams trying hard to stop them from throwing punches, I stood there with my scarf still wrapped.“I bet Blake feels inferior getting beat by Dani’s team, he really can’t acce
WREN “Damn you, Dani.” I turned around and literally sprinted to my room, my cheeks flustered. Did Dani just wink at me? I dropped my plate on the nightstand and plopped on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I slapped myself lightly wondering if this was a dream but from the slight sting I coul







