Wren

Part 2

Wren hadn't seen his dad in days. But instead of being concerned, he was happy. He always was when his dad disappeared like this. He'd be back after a few days, like always. Wren never knew exactly where Killian went, but he knew he was somewhere scamming somebody or drinking. But he was happy as long as his dad wasn't home being an asshole. He was sick of being beaten up over every little thing that went wrong in his dad's life. It's not like it was his fault.

He did some household chores and scrounged dinner for himself. If you could call it that. All he could find in the house was an apple and the heel of a loaf of bread. He sat alone in the dim kitchen of their tiny home, lost in his thoughts. Now that he'd graduated school and had his nineteenth birthday a couple months ago, he needed to find a job so he could get away from his dad as soon as possible. He didn't want to live this kind of life any longer.

He showered and got ready for bed. He put on a pair of black sweatpants and a worn gray t-shirt that had a hole in the side, but it didn't matter. Clothes were clothes. He ruffled his wet black hair to get the loose waves to separate a little, then walked back down to lock the door and turn off the lights. 

As he started back up the stairs, he heard glass shattering in the kitchen. He turned in time to see a large hand slide through the opening in the glass window in the door, through the hole it'd just created, and reach down to unlock and open the door. Wren had no time to react before three men rushed into his home and grabbed him. He fought as hard as he could, shaking free from their grip and landing a few punches and kicks, even headbutting one when they'd subdued his arms and legs again, their grip much tighter this time. 

The man he'd headbutted in the face staggered back a few steps, holding a hand to his broken, bleeding nose. The other two held Wren pinned to the floor as the only way they could stop his wild attacks. He walked over and crouched beside the struggling boy.

"Got a fighter, huh? I thought he'd be easy. Havin' to hold him tighter than we thought, aren't we now?" He laughed, blood from his nose dripping onto the floor. They were under Boss's orders to be gentle with Killian's child, and to bring them safely to the mansion, but this little sucker had broken his nose. He was somewhat angry. 

He stood and kicked Wren in the stomach. He couldn't breath for what felt like an eternity, as the other two looked at each other in surprise. Wouldn't the Boss be mad if the kid got hurt?

Gasping, Wren spit at the man's boots. "Fuck, who are you?" The anger he felt seeping into his words.

"No manners, eh? You little rat." He kicked him again. "Let's get him outta here before somebody notices," He said as he stood and walked to the door, opening it for the others to drag Wren through. Glass from the door cut his side as they slid him across the floor.

He fought as hard as he could as they tugged him towards their waiting vehicle, breaking one arm free for a moment and punching one of the men in the face, busting his lip wide open. They quickly subdued and restrained him with rope and tossed him to the floor of the car, sliding into the seat above him. They glared and cursed at each other the whole ride. Wren's adrenaline making him way more defensive than he usually was. In actuality, he was terrified. 

They pulled into the drive and pulled Wren from his place on the floor. They shoved him, and he stumbled with his bound feet, falling and scraping his elbows on the concrete. They hauled him to his feet and took him inside, dragging him kicking and screaming to the door of the meeting room. They flung it open and pulled him inside, and down the length of the room. He was forced to kneel, still bound, in front of the stairs of the dais. He heard a man's voice.

"What's with the rough delivery?" Vincenzo addressed his men. They backed away a few steps, only one staying where he was with his hand tangled in the back of Wren's hair, to keep him from sitting up or struggling.

"He fought like a demon, Boss. We tried to be gentle at first, but he was a handful." The man gestured at his busted lip and the other's broken nose, as well as the footprints on their clothes from Wren's shoes as he kicked them. 

"I gave you instructions to be gentle with the kid, no matter what." Vincenzo was surprised to see that the kid was male. Usually when people offer up their kids to mafia, it's girls. It hadn't crossed his mind that the kid would be a boy. And he looked so young. "So you caused some trouble, huh? Well, we'll have to--"

"Who are you?" Wren tried to lift his head as he shouted at the Boss, but the man holding his hair forced him down. "Why am I here? I haven't done anything!" A tear slipped from his eye, the adrenaline finally giving way to fear. 

Vincenzo didn't like to be interrupted, and didn't like to be shouted at. He frowned. "Don't do that again, kid. And you're here because your worthless father offered you to me to pay back his debt. He was rigging games at my casino."

"That son of a bitch," Wren muttered under his breath.

"I agree with you!" Vincenzo laughed. "Your father's a piece of shit. But anyway, now that you're here," he gestured and the door behind Wren opened, his father walking through. A guard followed closely behind him. He barely glanced at his son on the floor, just swaggered up to hand over the contract he'd signed. He turned to leave, but before he was even halfway back to the door, Wren broke free of the grasp on him by kicking backwards into the man's leg, making him let go of his hair.

He charged at his father, slamming into his stomach and knocking them both over. In a flash, he was on top of him, slamming his bound fists wherever in a wild frenzy. His father had no time to block before he was being relentlessly beaten in the face, neck and chest. Blood splattered on Wren's fists from his father's nose and lips. 

Vincenzo let the kid beat him for a few seconds before gesturing for his men to control the situation. They roughly hauled Wren off and away from his father, forcing the screaming kid back down to the ground. Killian was stunned, and had a hard time moving. But he staggered to his feet and retreated from the room, never to be seen by Wren again. 

"You monster! How could you!" Wren screamed after him. "Get back here and let me beat the shit out of you, asshole!" He bit the hand that tried to cover his mouth.

"God, kid. You fight like a monster. You don't look the type, and your not very strong. I'm guessing it's all adrenaline, am I right?" Vincenzo was surprised. Killian had mentioned that his son was a meek, gentle soul. But anyone would be angry in this situation.

Wren felt the anger wash out of him along with the adrenaline, leaving him trembling with fear under the strong grasp of the man crushing him to the floor. The guard looked at Boss in surprise as the kid began to sob. 

"I didn't do anything wrong," 

Vincenzo felt his heart grow soft for the kid. "I know, kid. But this is what your father and I agreed to. We won't hurt you, you just need to behave." 

Wren was starting to panic, the full weight of what just happened finally sinking in. His trembling grew to shaking, his sobs fading as his body started seizing. Everyone in the room was shocked, watching the kid shake uncontrollably under the guard's weight. Vincenzo was worried, but stayed calm. "Get the doctor." He ordered.

                 Part Three Coming Soon