Winning His War

5

Jem's POV

My office door opened without a warning but I didn't bother looking up from my computer as I typed the inventory report for last week.

"Well what happened," Devon asked with is usual monotone voice as he sat down in one of the chairs in front of my desk. His eyes told me he was bored but his stiff position made his expression hard to believe.

"I swear to god if someone tried to pull something I'll set their house on fire," Barrett threatened but I didn't pay him any mind. He sat in the chair next to Devon, showing how much they really contrasted each other.

Devon's blond hair constantly stayed his face in order to hide behind it while Barrett always kept his brown hair pushed up and sticking out in every direction so he could see everything.

Barrett's green eyes were bright and constantly searching for things that caught his eyes but Devon tended to keep his eyes glued to the floor if he was around people he didn't know.

Even their positions were polar opposites. Barrett stretched out on every surface he sat on while Devon balled up as much as possible.

I sighed as I pushed the thought aside and pulled out my phone. I don't bother saying anything as I hand it to Barrett, showing him the simple message I had gotten.

Barrett jumped up to look over Devon shoulder.

The text was pretty simple. It only had the address of the building we met at and claimed it was Andrew who needed me for some reason.

I had honestly thought someone had targeted him after they saw him with me a few months ago when I tried to seduce him; if that thought hadn't crossed my mind I wouldn't have gone at all.

"Who's Andrew," Devon asked as his eyes searched the screen for anything else.

"He's Liam's therapist. We met him a while ago but I doubt you two remember him."

At the mention of Liam, both of them stiffen. Ever since I made him leave Liam was very rarely mentioned, none of our minors were, but Liam more so than the others.

"So I'm assuming you went alone, without anyone knowing where you were," Devon said with a small glare. "Do I even want to know what happened?"

"Nothing much. It was more of a warning than anything else but now Andrew and Patrick are targets for whatever comes next."

Barrett doesn't try to hide his scowl at Patrick's name before rolling his eyes as if he couldn't care less about the cop.

"As if you aren't a target too," he sighed. "So what's the plan?"

"They're staying here at night but they are going to keep up their usual routines during the day."

"That's not a good plan. Being alone in the open like that will get them killed," Devon said, his bored expression returning as he handed me my phone again.

"They won't be alone," I dismiss quickly.

"You can't protect both of them by yourself and keep up with all the work around here," Barrett said with a small laugh but Devon's glare returned, already figuring out the plan I had.

"Devon," I said with a small smile.

"No."

"You'll be with Patrick."

"Absolutely not."

"Too bad you don't have a choice."

"I have too much work to do," he said with a glare, his usual monotone surprisingly exchanged for a cold, demanding voice.