Barry should have known something like this would happen, with him being behind on some payments, them trying to scare him and it not working because he doesn't care easily. But what he came home to scared the shit out of him.

You and Rafe weren't there, the house was trashed with blood on the ground, no doubt for you and Rafe fighting back like the crazy bitches that you two are. Seeing that it makes Barry feel something he hasn't in a long time.

Fear

He didn't get a call long after that, between him running to everyone he could fucking think of about seeing you two, beating some fuckers up making sure they know not to fuck with the three of them. He agreed to meet and bring the money. He takes the money and a gun and drives cussing the whole ride there.

He walks into the old building and sees the two of you beaten and tied up. Rafe is in a chair, his wrist and legs tied, his face beaten up. You are tied to the ceiling by your wrist, your feet not touching the ground, your shirt off, and your top cut up. Your guy's mouths are gagged. Two men are standing on the side of Rafe with guns and Rafe looks like he is about to kill someone.

Barry walks over and drops the bag of money down in front of Marcus, "There ya go, now let 'em go."

Rafe growls through his gag, his knuckles white, and he looks downright murderous. Marcus chuckles before saying, "I don't know, your attack dogs bit some of my men, the one tied to the ceiling bit one of my men's ears off."

Barry looks over at you two again with wide eyes. His crazy mother fuckers, you two fought dirty to save each other and your home. That is part of the reason that he fell in love with you two. He looks back at Marcus with a smirk, "Ya came into our home, dog. We protect what we own."