Friends Forever
Travis
I never was the person that fixed things for Wrenly, but I was the person that comforted her as she sought the answers she needed. She is not like any other woman I’ve known. Of course I’ve known female soldiers, served with quite a few, but Wrenly wasn’t anything like any of them, not even Bolton, although they did have a few similar traits. They were both beautiful, funny, and independent, but to me Wrenly was so much more. She was still somewhat delicate, maybe even fragile, and she always had a certain warmth to her that made me feel powerful when she was in my arms. Holding her in my arms didn’t fix her problems, but I think it gave her strength. Now that I look back I tend to believe it was always that way.
It had been two weeks since the tragedies of Operation Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. Some things were starting to get back to normal, except the fact that Wrenly graduated training. She passed all the physical endurance tests, Bolton gave her the all clear as far as her mental health, and she knew all of our policies and procedures.
The other thing that wouldn’t go back to normal was Creed’s Motorsports. I thanked God and the heavens above when I talked the Originals into promoting Garrison to the Senior Vice President position and assigning McClure as his junior Vice President.
Victor was in an inpatient recovery center in Miami, but I didn’t want him back. I never wanted to see that son of a bitch again. The way I saw it, he didn’t just put the adults of Creed’s Lake at risk, but the children as well. They were fucking brownies with chocolate frosting, of course a child would have had some if they were in attendance. I was out voted, everyone else wanted to give him another chance. I guess I would always be the asshole in the group that thought some people didn’t deserve second chances.
When the idea of Creed’s Lake was born and Creed offered us the opportunity to build it with him, we were also given the chance to invest, making some of us partial owners. I lived a modest life and saved everything I could while in the military. I lost a close buddy on a mission. I gave everything I saved to his family and also supported them for a few years. There was something I had but never touched and that was everything Uncle Tony left me. I was eighteen when my inheritance was handed over to me, and even at that age I didn’t understand how a small town cop had as much as he did. Not only was his house brand new, he had very large investments, two life insurance policies, his house, a shit ton of cash in a few safety deposit boxes, gold and silver bars in a safe that was in his closet, his truck, and his bike. I kept the house, the bike, and the truck, but didn’t know what to do with that much money. The house was rented out for a very nice price every month and I used the small profit from those monthly payments to help Beltran’s family through the years. Once they became independent, I just threw the money in my savings. But then there was Tony’s money, which added up to several millions of dollars. I invested every penny into Creed’s Lake and the bike shop. That made me the second largest investor and I owned a very large chunk of Creed’s Lake.
Axton and Magnus were the other two that bought in early. Axton took out a loan and Magnus did the same plus his savings. The others didn’t have the opportunity at first, but have since bought portions from Creed. Once that happened, Creed locked it down and would not sell any other portions of Creed’s Lake. Granger was the last, mainly because he wanted ownership of his own home, but that still left me as the second largest investor besides Creed. Creed owns fifty five percent, I own twenty five percent, and the others share the last twenty five percent. This also means I made a lot of money fast. We were taking high dollar missions left and right, so when we built Creed’s Motorsports, I invested in that as well, making Creed President and me Vice President. When Creed stepped down, I was forced into running it. For Creed’s portion of the investment, he used Creed’s Lake profits, making the largest portion of the bike business part of Creed’s Lake, but I invested my own money. That means I am the only private investor, and I make money for myself off every bike that is in that shop. The bike shop was my idea, but I never wanted to run it. I wanted to work on bikes, get my hands dirty, and maybe even design a few. Those things did happen, until Creed stepped back and left it all on me.
That was the reason Axton was Creed’s second in charge. I didn’t want to run a business or work in sales. I pushed for Garrison to take over for a few years, but really pushed it after Creed stepped away. Now the question I wanted to know was about my future. I could pretty much choose what I wanted, and nobody would challenge me, but I wasn’t sure yet. Once again the management of Creed’s Lake would be shuffled around, which was going to happen anyway since we hired more executives.
So much uncertainty wasn’t good for morale, so we needed to figure it out soon. I guess maybe I was waiting to see what Wrenly chose. My choice wouldn’t be to work with Wrenly, but the opposite instead. I wanted things to work with Wrenly, and the last three weeks were going great. I didn’t feel like it was safe for us to serve missions together and I also didn’t want to command her missions. I had to step back and let her flourish. She had the skills and training to be successful, and I didn’t want anyone to question her accomplishments because of her relationship with me.
That brought us to the moment at hand. All of us Originals, except Baros, were in the conference room meeting with each new executive privately. It was time we interviewed them for the vacancies in each division and their official position at Creed’s Lake. It was also time for us to decide if each candidate was a good match for Creed’s Lake.
We just met with Stone who thought it was best not to go back undercover but wanted to take on private contract missions. That meant contracts with private citizens, for example a parent hiring us to find their missing child or loved one. They wouldn’t just be any missing persons case, it was for people missing internationally. In an official capacity, meaning his day to day duties, he wanted to take over security. That made sense since he was law enforcement, and it would take a lot off Creed’s hands.
Another executive interviewed and wanted military contract missions and desired to work in training.
Then Wrenly walked into the room, not looking nervous at all, but I knew she was nervous. We agreed she wouldn’t disclose her choices before the meeting, so I was just as clueless as the rest. Fighting the smile that wanted to creep up on my face wasn’t easy when I saw her confidently walk into the conference room. She was so fucking beautiful, and mine.
Morgan was right when she said Wrenly looked more like one of her costars than an operative. That didn’t mean all female operatives weren’t beautiful in their own ways, but Wrenly was breathtaking. She didn’t show up in jeans like most operatives. Nope, not my girl. My girl presented as a graceful and beautiful young woman, not an operative. Her style was similar to Morgan's, jeans in a casual atmosphere and one hell of a fucking dress in a professional one.
My cock came to life the moment she walked into the room wearing what Morgan would call a pencil dress. It was burgundy and fit every one of her curves snugly, perfectly outlining those perfect breasts, thin waist, and her amazing ass. There was a tiny bow on the thin belt and her shoes were very high heels, probably adding at least three inches to her height. That blond hair was twisted up, exposing the delicate neck line my lips trailed down just last night.
I looked around the room to see every person in there studying her gorgeous curves, even Bolton, but I couldn’t have cared less. That girl was mine and they could look all they wanted. It didn’t make her less mine and I was proud of my girl. Not just her beauty but her accomplishments. I remembered way back when Wrenly first started forming those curves, and every kid near enough to see her would drool. I think she may have even kick started a few kids puberty that were lagging behind.
Creed pushed her chair in for her then took a seat. “Jesus.” I heard Axton say under his breath, but I gleamed with pride.
I scooted back from the table, making it clear that I was only there to listen, and wouldn’t be voting on anything pertaining to Wrenly. I sat with my arms over my chest as I ran my thumb over my bottom lip, reliving last night when that gorgeous woman was digging her heels into my ass and begging me to give it to her harder.
“I would like to command and partake in domestic violence missions. For my official duties, I’d like to eventually lead our K-9 division.” She was confident and professional as she spoke.
“Do you have experience in domestic violence?” Creed asked.
Wrenly was looking at everyone but me. “I can only say it was a topic touched on while I was at Quantico, but I did diffuse several situations while undercover with the Scorpions.”
I held my breath, wondering if she would mention her first six years of life. That she was one of those children that saw her mother beaten over and over again by men that were strangers.
“What makes you interested in the domestic violence program?” Bolton asked.
Wrenly’s eyes met mine and I gave her a nod before she looked at Bolton. “I was once one of those children. I believe you’re all unaware of my life as a young child, before I went to live with my father. My mother brought men into our lives, some that I unfortunately witnessed hurting my mother. I am also aware in some circumstances there are substance abuse issues. I lost my mother to a drug overdose, in fact, I was the one to find her in a bathroom at a diner in Texas. I may not have ever been in an abusive relationship, but I was a child that experienced it. I know what it is to live in fear, then I also know the recovery process. I spent a great portion of my childhood in therapy. I was left alone and scared until I was reunified with my father and best friend. I think I could connect with the children in these cases.” She looked at me again, so I gave her a wink.
“You’re willing to take the six week training course?” Bolton asked.
“I’ll spend all the time that’s necessary to learn new skills.” I could see the soldier in her as she answered those questions.
“And why have you chosen to work with our K-9 operatives?” Axton asked.
“From the age of sixteen until I was eighteen I worked at a Veterinary clinic. Before that I worked on a horse farm. I battled between the military and being a veterinarian when I was making my career choice and was accepted into a Veterinary science program at Oklahoma University. This is a way to mesh both of those dreams together and have a career that includes animals and helping people.”
I was an idiot not to have guessed her choices.
I watched as Creed looked at his laptop then a smile rose on his face. “You have really settled in nicely here at Creed’s Lake. I see you’re very outgoing and not only joined a Volleyball team, you’ve submitted an application to foster one of our K-9 operatives, and volunteered over at the horse farm. Do you know how to ride?”
I couldn’t help it and chuckled. Yes, Wrenly definitely knew how to ride, she also knew how to laugh her ass off at a kid that was once scared to death of riding a horse. I also remember the Christmas where she begged for a horse and riding lessons. She wouldn’t shut up about it for months beforehand. She drove us all insane, but Santa came through and gave her riding lessons. The horse came later when she saved her money and Clint paid for half. I’d never forget how happy she was when she learned she would work at the horse farm to pay for boarding and feed. Then after her first day she cried because she had to clean the stalls. But, just like everything Wrenly did, she pulled up her big girl panties and made the best out of it.
“Yes, I took lessons and owned a horse of my own. I also worked at the horse farm from the age of twelve until I was eighteen. I was going away to college and had no choice but to sell my horse.” She spoke softly like thinking back at her memories of Shiloh still made her sad.
“It’s been a month now since you came to Creed’s Lake. What are your thoughts so far?” Creed asked.
She glanced at me, and I gave her another nod before she smiled then looked at Creed. “I never would have dreamed a place like this existed. Not only do I enjoy the tight community and feeling of home it offers, I agree with its core values. There isn’t a division that’s not necessary, and I like how Creed’s Lake is backed by several law enforcement agencies, the military, and the government. I also like being part of what may give people a new found hope after experiencing the evil of this world. Every single day I get to see children enjoying carefree childhoods, and that’s priceless in this world today.”
Damn I loved that girl.
Each Original had a question for her, just like they did the other executive candidates. When she left every single person in that room turned and looked at me.
I put my hands up in surrender. “Don’t look at me, I’m staying out of it.”
“Oh, come on, we all know the two of you are together. That means we need to know your thoughts.” Bolton said.
“You’re right, we are together, but her employment and residence here has nothing to do with me. She earned this on her own and I won’t give my opinion as far as the K-9 training or the DV position. Of course I want her here, but don’t use your votes to please me. She has worked hard and earned this opportunity on her own, so please vote on her accomplishments, not what I want for her.”
“I personally think she’s a perfect fit for both the DV and the K-9 divisions. As you all know, Wrenly and I had our sessions. She’s an amazing young lady and operative. I wasn’t surprised by her choices, and she would be great with both the children and parents. As far as the K-9 division goes, it’s also a great fit. She has a lot to learn in the next several months but she’s a great investment.” Bolton said.
“I agree, obviously she’s a great fit for the community, but she’s intelligent and she also has a warmth about her that would be helpful for the DV division.” Axton said, and I internally growled at him. Her warmth? Fucker, that warmth was mine before you ever knew she existed.
“She’s professional, kind, and has a good head on her shoulders. I think enlight of her experience and accomplishments we should respect and agree to her choices.” Drakos said, and everyone had blank faces as they looked at him.
“No filthy jokes about her nice ass?” Magnus asked and I growled.
“Nothing about those long legs?” Axton asked.
“Not even one joke about her amazing titties?” Bolton asked.
“What the fuck, assholes?” I growled.
Creed chuckled. “What the hell has gotten into you, Drakos? You’ve been weird since that night we don’t talk about.” Creed stared at him then tilted his head. “As a matter of fact, so has Melissa.”
“She broke up with me.” Drakos confessed, very quietly.
Everyone gasped. “You were together? Like together together, not just…” Axton gulped. “Fucking somehow?”
“I thought it was casual.” Magnus said as he walked back toward his chair from throwing away his paper coffee cup.
“I thought so too, but then she was always on my mind, and I started to miss her when she wasn’t around.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Then she…umm…Melissa’s pregnant.”
Magnus missed his chair and hit the floor. “Fuck! Fuck! My ass, goddammit!” That’s a fucking bleeder!” He screamed out in agony, but nobody jumped up to help. We were all stunned and couldn’t look away from Drakos.
“She said I had a lot of growing up to do now that I’m going to be a dad.” He crossed his arms and looked down at the table like his world was ending. Nobody in the room knew what to say. Lots of things were being said but not one meant anything.
“What the?”
“How?”
“That’s…oh shit.”
“My asshole is bleeding!”
“How?”
“No fucking shit?”
“I don’t get it.”
“How did you even fit in the first place?”
“I’m so confused.”
“I might throw up.”
“Why?” That one was a whimper, so it was probably Magnus.
Drakos rubbed his temples. “She’s six weeks along. It happened one night when we obliterated the condom. It was literally shredded and she’s obviously not on birth control.” He sniffled. “I love her, and she doesn’t think I’ll stay faithful. She also thinks I’ll raise the kid to be a pervert.”
If it weren’t for Magnus screaming in pain, you could have heard crickets in the room, until Axton spoke up. “Is it safe for her? Fuck man, you’re a giant, how the hell will her tiny body sustain the life of your fucking huge offspring?”
Drakos’s eyes darted up to Axton. “Her torso is average size, dickhead.”
Axton nodded. “How would an average size woman carry your giant kid? You’re fucking huge, Drakos!”
Creed growled. “You better not have killed Melissa.”
“For the love of God, would someone please help Magnus change his maxi pad before he bleeds on the carpet?” Bolton asked.
“Fine, let’s go, buddy.” Granger stood to help Magnus, who had tears in his eyes. He had his stitches taken out, so I had no idea how he reinjured his asshole.
I took a deep and calming breath. “First of all, what is the doctor saying? Please tell me she’s seen the doctor.”
Drakos nodded. “She’s high risk, but he said a woman’s body is pretty amazing. He thinks she will be okay.”
The biggest guy ever to step foot on Creed’s Lake knocked up the tiniest woman on Creed’s Lake, and I just couldn’t understand. It was like two completely different species breeding and now there’s an offspring.
I watched as Granger helped Magnus off the floor then toward the door. “Drakos isn’t serious, is he?” Magnus must have been in a lot of pain because he sounded like he was crying.
“I truly am worried about Melissa. You’re six foot ten and what, two hundred and seventy five pounds? Melissa is three foot six and maybe a hundred pounds, if that?” Axton asked.
Drakos groaned. “I know, I’m worried too. They said the third trimester will be difficult because of her lungs.”
I looked up at Creed and his face was red and there was a vein on his neck pulsating. “Exactly how hard did you fuck her, asshole? You shredded a condom and she’s a third your size? How the fuck do you manage that fucking bullshit?” Creed's voice bellowed and I don’t remember seeing him so pissed.
“That’s not your business!” Drakos snapped back.
“Her torso is not average! I saw her in one of Morgan’s shirts and it went to her fucking knees! How the hell do you fit? Get pissed about me asking if you want, but you’ve not spent the last three weeks trying to figure this shit out!” Creed was still pissed, and it was probably building since he learned of the two bumping uglies.
“That’s the kind of shit that lives rent free in our brains, Drakos. Now you fucked her too hard, and she’s knocked up?” I was pissed as well.
Creed looked like he might have a stroke. Maybe Drakos has a small dick. That’s always a possibility, right? Jesus, this happens and doesn’t make me feel any better about the question that has been weighing me down for two weeks.