Draven and I sit quietly in the living room. It's been a little over twenty four hours since...Wren has been taken and neither Draven nor myself have got a wink of sleep. How can we when the woman we hold so dearly to our heart is in immense danger?

After our father left, we stayed behind and managed to cleaned up most of the mess they left behind. If Wren was to see all of what they did, after she spent hours cleaning, she would have lost her shit and by losing her shit, she might have tried to stab them. I smirk at the thought. She can be a feisty one when she wants to be.

The kids are still staying with our parents and have no idea what's going on and hopefully they won't find out. Greyson has proven to be a pretty good detective, so we will have to make sure to watch ourselves when he is around.

I feel so helpless. All we have been doing is sitting around, waiting for any developments. Strict orders from our father. He says someone needs to be here just in case ransom demands are called in, or delivered.

From what our mother has told us, he has been working around the clock trying to locate, Wren.

In a normal kidnapping case, the faster you locate the missing person, the better the chances are of finding them alive, but in this particular situation it's bleak. This is a case of passion and revenge.

We know for a fact that Penelope is behind this, but we have no clue where she is and who she is working with.

I glance over at Draven, who is slouched back in his chair. His hair is a mess and his eyes are red and swollen from crying. The last time I seen him this emotional was when our dog died when we were kids.

I rub my hands roughly over my face. I can't imagine that my appearance is any better. I have found myself crying several times out of nowhere, just thinking about what she could be going through. I even found myself wondering if she was even still alive, but quickly forced that thought away.

The hardest thing is not knowing. God, I hope she is okay.

Draven's phone rings making us both jump. He quickly answers and and looks at me. "We'll be right there," he says, hanging up his phone and standing. "Dad wants us to come to the warehouse. He says he has news."

I nod and follow him out the door. The fact that he said he has news and not good news is a little alarming and my mind can't help but think the worst, and by how eerily calm Draven is acting, I know he's thinking the same thing.

We have seen this all before. People go missing all the time and most of the time their found in the woods and occasionally the river, but never in a million years would I have thought that my family would ever be one of the ones suffering.

As we pull onto the dirt road, I hear Draven sigh. "I'm scared, Reese," his voice is broken. "I don't think I have ever been so scared in my life."

Truth is, neither have I. Normally people know better than to mess with the Knight family, but you always have that one asshole.

"Me too, brother. Me too," I find myself saying. It was the first thing that popped in my mind.

The guards didn't even stop us at the gate. In fact, the gate was already opened for us, which is strange.

I park the car in front of the warehouse and we both exit the car. For some reason the warehouse seem dead, when it's normally thriving with life.

As we enter, everyone stops what they were doing and stares, which is nothing new. They always seem to do that, but this time. This time is different. Many of them have a sympathetic look on their face, a look I hate, while others look worried.

When we finally make it to our father's office door we both stop and stare at it. Neither one of us was willing to open it. Not just yet.

Taking a moment to myself, I finally muster up the courage to open it and there standing behind his desk is my father and...he's not alone.  A woman with blonde hair is sitting in a chair with her back facing us. You can see her body tense, but doesn't bother to turn around.

Our father looks up and motions for us to enter and I do, but Draven on the other hand is apprehensive. His eyes are trained on the woman sitting in front of him. He must know who it is.

"Come," I tug at his arm. At first he doesn't move, but after some coaching he does.

Draven doesn't slow his pace and plants his body right in front of the woman. "What are you doing here?" He asks harshly and she flinches.

I stop in my tracks when her face comes into view. This just keeps getting better and better.

"I've come to help," Jen says shakily. "Jake has her and I want to help."

Draven's face pales and his eyes begin to fill with tears and I know why. Jake is a merciless man and doesn't care who he hurts.

Jen stands and straightens her dress. "I know I'm the last person you would ever want hel-."

"Damn right," Draven cuts her off. "I can't believe you're even here."

"Draven," our father warns. "Hear her out."

Draven looks taken aback by our father's words. "Hear her out?" He shouts. "I don't even want to be in the same room as her."

I stepped forward and place my hand on his shoulder. His body is vibrating with anger. I understand why he doesn't want her here, I really do and if she has information that can help us, I'm willing to listen.

"Do it for Wren," I tell him softly. I can feel his body go rigid at the mention of her name. "Do it for her."

He sighs and walks to the other side of the room and leans against the wall.

She clears her throat, "I over heard some of Jake's men talking about having a woman by the name of Wren, locked up in the basement of one of the warehouses and that Penelope, was the one keeping her there."

"How does Penelope, even know Jake?" I ask leaning on the desk.

"Their cousins."

I can see Draven shift out the corner of my eye, but I keep my attention on Jen.

"Penelope has been after Draven and his wallet for years," she states turning her gaze to him. "I know I shouldn't have done what I have done to you, and I'm sorry, but believe me when I tell you she has been behind it all. She's a nut job and will stop at nothing until she gets what she wants."

It's all starting to make sense.

"Why are you helping us?" I ask. There has to be a reason.

"She sighs. "Because I let Jake rip Draven apart once-, she sends him a sympathetic look, "-and I can't stand by and let it happen again. He deserves to be happy."

Draven snorts, but doesn't say anything.

"Jen," our father addresses her. "Do you know the exact location where they are holding her?"

She shakes her head. "No, but I can write down all the addresses for you."

My father hands her a piece of paper and pen and she begins writing. There isn't many, but the locations are pretty far away.

"I hope you find her soon. From what I have heard, they haven't been very...kind to her."

"What do you mean?" Draven steps forward.

She doesn't have to say anything. The grim look on her face tells it all. A lump forms in my throat, threatening to cut off my airways.

Draven punches the wall and leans his head on it and lets a whimper escape his mouth.

Jen looks at me with tears in her eyes and hangs her head. "You better hurry," she whispers. "They plan on killing her."

My dad begins to shout orders over the intercom. Jen and I look over at Draven who still hasn't moved.

"He really loves her doesn't he?"

"Yes," I confirm. "Even more than he has ever loved you." There was really no need for me to say that to her, but I felt that she needed to know that there will be no chance of her trying to make things right.

She nods. "I think I better get going before someone realizes that I'm gone. I wish you both the best of luck."

"Thank you," I tell her sincerely. "Without you we would still be at square one."

She looks over at Draven once more. "Just bring her back to him," she says with a smile and without another word, she leaves.

Sorry for the short chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway.