As soon as I was done with my shower and a few bags were packed for the weekend, Drew and I made our way to my apartment without saying a word to each other for the whole ride there.

However, that changed when we started to pull into my apartment, and a car started to drive toward the only entrance and exit of the apartment complex as soon as we were close to pulling in.

I watched as the person in the vehicle looked away from me when he noticed that I was watching him, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes and pursed my lips in annoyance. "You motherfucker," I said. "You fucking stupid motherfucker."

Drew looked at me and raised an eyebrow in question without saying a word.

I pulled my phone from where I had placed it and handed it to Drew, ignoring the look on his face. "Here," I said. "My password is 03201998. Text a man named 'D' 'You stupid motherfucker, why?' I want to see his response."

"Why?" Drew asked but did what I had told him to do. "What happened?"

"He put an undercover cop person to make sure that I got here safely when he is supposed to already have someone posted at the side of my apartment," I said. I glanced at the rearview mirror to see that the car was parked at the edge of the sidewalk a few feet down but didn't do anything while I turned my attention back to the road. "He's waiting to make sure that we get into my apartment building."

Drew hesitated and looked the way that I was looking at before he looked at me while he narrowed his eyes. "And why not your apartment?" he asked and raised an eyebrow in question, with a small frown on his face.

"Because the entrance to my apartment is inside the building," I said and shrugged, pressing my lips into a thin line. I made it to the back parking spot and pulled in, tapping my finger against the steering wheel. "I only have a balcony and do not have an entrance to the outside world."

Drew hesitated before he slowly nodded and pressed his lips into a thin line. He looked at my phone and bit back a small snort when he saw a message from Weinstein. "He asked you, 'how long did it take you to figure it out?'"

"Tell him that I figured it out as soon as I pulled into the parking lot and then ask him how many are there actually parked around the perimeter because I have a feeling that there is more than one."

Drew did what I told him and texted Detective Weinstein my question. "Oh, also, you have a lot of messages in this group chat with everyone that was at your apartment except for your grandmother, Clarissa, and Marcus," he said. "I haven't read any of the messages, so I do not know what's going on."

I bit back an annoyed sigh while I moved a hand through my hair and across my face. "Go ahead and text the group that I am safe and fine," I said. "After that, you can add yourself and Marcus to the group if you want to."

"And Clarissa?" he asked and raised an eyebrow in question while he studied me, and I shook my head no. "And why not?"

"I don't trust her that much," I said and shook my head. I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat. "I don't want her to know that much about my life."

"Especially like you being Caprien?" he asked, and I nodded in confirmation. "Are you ever going to tell her?"

"N-" I bit back a tired sigh and shook my head, moving a hand through my hair while I cut myself off. "I don't know." I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat. "I might or might not do it at a later date, but I am not doing it now."

Drew bit back a tired sigh and nodded. "Ok," he said. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, watching me park the Jeep but staying in his seat. "Are you going to tell them what happened?" he asked, and I had a feeling that he was talking about my grandmother and sister.

"A bit," I said and shrugged, pressing my lips into a thin line. I took my keys out of the Jeep and looked at him "I can't tell them everything. There's a lot of stuff that is going on behind the scenes, and I do not want everything out in the open before everything is said and done."

Drew pressed his lips into a thin line without saying a word. A look of worry flashed through his eyes, and I could tell that he was worried that I was doing something illegal.

I bit back a small snort and rolled my eyes, pursing my lips in annoyance. "It's nothing illegal that I am doing, but let's just say that there are going to be a few nasty court battles that are going to be happening here between my parents and me, my parents at each other, and then everything else."

"Do you need money?" Drew asked and raised an eyebrow in question while he studied me, and I scoffed a laugh and rolled my eyes, pursing my lips in annoyance. "I can l-"

"I am Caprien and run my own business, Andrew," I said, interrupting while I gave him a pointed look, and Drew raised his eyebrow higher in question with a small smirk on his face. "I have enough money for all of the legal business side of shit and make sure that everything stays safe and fine with all of my employees."

"But if you n-"

"Then I will have my grandmother help me, but I don't need your money. I will never need your money." I paused and grabbed my steering wheel tighter while I set my jaw and pressed my lips into a thin line, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. "However, I will be grateful for anything else that you may have to offer me."

"Like?" Drew asked and raised an eyebrow in question while he studied me.

"Your love," I said and pressed my lips into a thinner line while my cheeks turned red, silently praying that he would be fine with saying that. "I don't need anything else besides that from you, Drew, and I never will."

I promise...