Soooo here's chapter two, I hope you enjoy it! I have to say, even I am annoyed with Tamlin in this chapter but hey, I knew what I was getting into when I said "relationship-feylin"...

As always, trigger warnings apply for this work, about domestic abuse and mention of domestic abuse.

Thank you for reading and commenting and sharing, it means the world :) And thanks to my wonderful beta-reader awesome-username on Tumblr!

"The company is involved in the importation of Charmz in the country."

As Feyre jumped out of the car in front of their house, she couldn't stop her mind from rewinding over and over what Rhysand had told her.

After finding Lucien at the party, she'd been able to enjoy his company without thinking too much about the bomb a handsome stranger had dropped on her earlier. They'd shared food and chatted about what had happened in their lives since they'd last seen each other. She'd only caught glimpses of Rhysand a few times during the evening, coming and going between the dining room and the private library where the important meeting was surely happening. As for Tamlin, he had re-appeared by her side much later and had introduced her to some of the most important members of the Hybern family, clearly eager for them to like her. All in all, she hadn't really had a chance to sort through what she'd learned.

The ride home had been very quiet though, too quiet, and her mind had started to replay her entire conversation with Rhysand in the garden. She made quick work of opening the front door and immediately got up the stairs to her bedroom, not waiting to see if Tamlin was following her.

She needed to talk to him. Tonight. She needed to know that Rhysand was delusional, that her boyfriend's family wasn't making deals that involved the importation of illegal drugs into the country. It was impossible, she knew him, and she knew that he would never be involved in that kind of behaviour. Rhysand was wrong, she thought again as she watched Tamlin enter the bedroom, flash her a smile and move to the bathroom to take a shower. He was obviously wrong about all of this, she thought as she heard the water turn on in the shower. Or maybe Rhysand was right about Hybern dealing drugs, but he had to be wrong about Tamlin being, in any way, involved in all this. He would never, she knew it. She knew him.

"Maybe you don't know him as well as you think."

Rhysand's words wouldn't leave her, fogging her judgement of the situation and preventing her from imagining how she would confront Tamlin. She needed more time to think and sort through all this before she told him.

She undressed in a hurry, put on a nightgown and slid into bed, feigning sleep when Tamlin joined her for the night. But she didn't fall asleep for another hour, the wheels of her mind working towards developing the best plan of action.

Nearly a week had gone by since the dinner party, and Feyre still hadn't talked to Tamlin about what she'd learned. Instead, she'd thought of a way of confirming some of the story without confronting him. And it was happening today.

"Feyre, Doll, I just don't see why you would want to paint in my office instead of the room I had redecorated expressly for you."

"Tam, I told you I wanted to paint the view of the garden from your window because the light in the afternoon sets the perfect colors over the line of trees and the fountain. If I use another spot to paint, I won't have the same view of it and it won't give me the result I want. Plus, you won't be here today so I won't bother you."

They were walking towards the entry hall of the house and Tamlin was turning his back on her, obviously reluctant at the thought of letting her inside his office while he wasn't there. But she didn't let go of the idea as they reached the hall, getting her next argument ready. Her voice died in her throat as she realized three men stood near the door, one of them whom she'd met a few days ago, with deep blue eyes and jet black hair. He was smirking at her.

"Alright, I'm letting you use my office, but your painting better be good," his boyfriend told her before handing her the keys and turning to the men in the hall. "Bron, Hart, Rhysand," All three men nodded back in return, "Shall we?" He gave her a peck on the lips and led the way out the door. Rhysand was the last of them to leave, and he closed the door behind him with a grin and a wink in her direction. She rolled her eyes, even though he'd already closed the door, and clenched the key in her hand, her mind once more focused solely on her plan.

She went upstairs to get a fresh canvas and her painting material, before going back down to the last door on the left of the corridor. She opened the curtains and the window, set up everything so that she would have the best view of the garden, and then, spent the entire next hour sketching her painting, mixing the colors she needed and working on a first layer of paint.

Once she was satisfied that the painting looked done enough to be a good alibi for when Tamlin came back (she knew he would want to see it, he always did), she put her brush in a cup of water, went to clean up her hands in the nearby bathroom, scraping every trace of color of her nails, and began to work.

His office contained so many binders and books that she had no idea where she was to start if she wanted to find something. The office contained documents covering the last thirty years, Tamlin's father having used the same office before his son had taken over six years ago. Feyre ran her hands over the covers of the binders in the closest shelf, scanning the titles. She spent a good twenty minutes roaming the shelves, but found nothing else other than account books labeled all the same, with a name, a product and a date. She sighed as she took in what was probably the sixth volume called "Lanitta farm, tomatoes, 1995." What was she expecting, really? To find a book called "drug deals, Charmz importation, 2003"? She laughed a bit at the idea, because no one would be stupid enough as to label illegal activities with their actual names. So she wouldn't find anything on the shelves.

Not knowing if she was relieved or more stressed out at this idea, she went back to her canvas and kept working on her painting, deciding that if she had lied to her boyfriend to go on a stupid errand, at least she could actually enjoy the beautiful light coming in from the garden. But painting didn't help, and half an hour later, she was back to exploring the shelves, this time actually picking up books and taking a look inside to see what she found. It was halfway through her second hour of skim-reading shipping statements from three years ago that she noticed something. All of the containers were identified with a serial number made of ten numbers and two letters. Every container was unique, even though she'd spotted some repetitions of numbers if the container was reutilized a few times, but it seemed to be rare. But then there was some containers who had the same initials in their serial numbers - CZ - and with always the same description: "shipment spoiled during journey. Filed for reconditioning."

Feyre took out the book where she noticed it and laid it on the desk before going back to her search, and then she started doing this with other files, until she had about ten books opened on the desk.

Looking at them, splayed out on the desk, Feyre felt her ears ringing. This couldn't be a coincidence. In only a few books, she'd found similarities that were rare enough to not be noticed, but too improbable to be nothing.

But it wasn't possible. Tamlin couldn't possibly know about drugs arriving in the country. He had to believe it was something else happening, just like she'd thought before Rhysand had told her about the deal. Granted, he'd also implied than Tamlin knew everything and just wasn't telling her, but then again, she didn't know Rhysand, and she knew Tamlin. She loved Tamlin, and she trusted that he was on the right side of the law all along. Yet she couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had been hiding something from her. She needed more information if she was to confront him about all this. She needed to look at his phone to see if she could discover more. If there was nothing on his phone, then that meant he didn't know about all this. So she needed to look at it and prove to herself that he didn't know anything.

She shut the book she was holding and put it back on the shelf, before turning back to the desk to put the others away. But she stopped moving around as she took in the man that was standing in the door frame, looking at her.

"What are you doing, Feyre?"

Tamlin's voice was quiet and soft, but she could feel the anger simmering underneath the surface. She'd seen Tamlin get angry often enough to know that one wrong move would land her in another one of the incidents, where he started to break things and she was left to clean it up. She needed to stay calm.

"Feyre, answer me. Now."

"I… Tam I just wanted to…"

"Don't try to lie to me, you know it doesn't work. Now tell me why you're going through the company's books."

There was no way out, literally and metaphorically. He wouldn't let her out of the study without getting a satisfying answer to his question. So she decided to go for it.

"The other day at the party I heard some… disturbing information. About what the company does. I wanted to get some confirmation that it was real or not before talking to you about it."

"What kind of information?"

"Something about the company importing… drugs into the country."

By the lack of shock on his face, she knew he'd known all along. And by the pain in her heart, she knew that until right now, she hadn't wanted to accept that he could be involved in this.

"Who told you that?"

She thought about Rhysand holding her wrist and the desperate look on his face as he asked her to keep his name out of it.

"No one in particular. I was just in the garden admiring the view when I heard two people discuss about the deal that was to be struck that night. I don't know who they were. I didn't want to believe it so I wanted to be sure before talking to you about it."

"And did you find what you were looking for?" the quiet of his voice was scarier than if he'd screamed, somehow.

"I found… I don't know what I found."

"Feyre you had no right to go through those papers." He advanced towards and she took a step back, but he didn't come to her, instead he went for the books and started shutting them close and putting them back on the shelves, meticulously, as if nothing bad had happened. But she could see the way his jaw was clenched, revealing the storm beneath. She should've shut up, but she needed to know.

"Tam, is it true? Is the company really involved in these sort of activities?"

He didn't look at her and kept on putting the books away. "It's none of your concern."

"Like hell it's not!" She was almost yelling now, unable to stay calm in front of his unnerving stillness. "It's illegal!"

He finally snapped, and threw the book he was holding on the ground before turning to her. His voice was like thunder. "I said this doesn't concern you, Feyre! I don't care how you heard about it, I don't care what you think of it, it's none of your business what happens in my company! I try to be a good and gentle boyfriend, I give you access to my private office so that you can paint with some light or whatever, and this is how you reward me? By going through my stuff and accusing me of illegal activities you don't know anything about?"

She hated it when he acted this way, but usually, she understood why he was angry at her. Not this time. This time, she knew she was in the right.

"You're not denying anything, though."

"I need to prove myself to you now?! This is such bullshit."

"You wouldn't have to prove anything if you hadn't been lying to me. We've been together for six months, how can you hide something this big from me?!"

"Because this has nothing to do with you, with us. You're my girlfriend, you're not supposed to be bothered with things regarding my job!"

"Oh, so the fact that you're part of a crime organization that's importing illegal drugs into the country shouldn't bother me? I'm not supposed to be concerned about the fact that you could go to jail for what you do?!"

He actually laughed at that, but it was an angry laugh, matching the tone of his voice and the white of his knuckles. "Don't be so stupid, Feyre. I'm not going to jail, so stop overreacting, chill out and leave all of this alone!" On the last word, his fist connected with the wood of the table and she gasped. He was getting angrier by the second, and she knew he wouldn't calm down for a while when he was like this.

"Fine, I'll leave it alone," she whispered as she backed away towards the door, keeping her eyes on him. "Don't come into my room tonight."

He joined her in bed in the dead of night, snuggling quietly beside her, probably thinking that she was asleep. As if she could sleep after all that had happened between them.

"I told you I didn't want you to come."

"I'm not letting you kick me out of my own bed over some stupid little fight, Feyre."

She turned around to face him, and found him way closer that she'd thought he would be. She could feel her breath mixing with his as she answered.

"It's not a stupid fight, Tam. How could you hide this from me?"

He sighed. "You still want to talk about it."

"Yes. Obviously, yes. And I'm not going to apologize for being mad at discovering my boyfriend is a drug dealer."

"I'm not a drug dealer," he said with what could only be described as hurt in his voice.

"Then tell me what you are. Tell me what's going on."

"No."

"Why?"

"I don't want you to be involved in all this. It's dangerous business and I need you to stay away from it. That's non-negotiable."

"I'm already involved, and there's nothing you can do about it now. I need to understand, Tam. What would get you to do something like that? You hate anything illegal and out of line."

"I didn't really have a choice. This is part of what my family does. It has been for more than thirty years. Plus, it's not really illegal. We're just importing products from another country, there's nothing wrong with it. I'm only involved in this part, I'm simply a paperpusher for all this, so just calm down."

He was telling her all this with such ease, as if it was normal that he was involved in international drug deals every other day. She was in such shock that she didn't respond for a while, only looked at him. They were in nearly complete darkness, the only faint ray of light coming from the stars outside, and showing his long blonde hair circling his face. She didn't know what to think of all this, her mind was racing back and forth between looking at this beautiful face she loved so much, while at the same time overthinking every horrible scenario she'd seen on TV about drug dealers. Associating the man she loved with these images was absurd, impossible, even.

"Tam, I need to know more, you can't leave me in the dark like that."

"I told you 'no', Feyre, will you let it go?"

She could hear the menace in his voice, but still she couldn't stop. She rose up on her elbow. "No, Tamlin, I won't. How can you act like this is not a big deal? Aren't you afraid I will leave you if you're involved in this?"

She knew the mention of leaving him had been too much the second it got out of her mouth. Tamlin got up on the bed and suddenly she was underneath him, both his arms on her shoulders, pinning her to the bed.

"Do not say things like that."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I love you."

"Why is this so important to you? Or do you just want to hurt me?"

"Tam I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you. I just… I need answers."

"And I need you to trust me. Can you do that?" She knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt her, he was just trying to talk to her, but still the pressure of his hands on her shoulders had her fidgeting, she needed to get free before he left marks without wanting to. So she said what he wanted to hear.

"Yes, I can."

He released her shoulders after a few seconds of looking at her, and said: "Good. Now come here and kiss me."

His voice was so much softer, his smile so inviting, Feyre curled up closer and gave him a swift kiss to the lips. He was like that sometimes, a bit harsh with her when he wanted something, but she knew he didn't really mean to be rough. She knew he would always hold her in his arms afterwards, and remind her of the man she'd fallen in love with six months earlier. Her shoulders were still hurting a little, but cuddled against him, she knew he hadn't meant to be so hard on her. She relished his strong body around hers, and finally fell asleep, deciding that the whole drug thing could wait until another day.