***Tyler's pov***
As I drove past the club, I slowed down to take a glance at the scene. The police were indeed carrying out an investigation, and I could see the flashing lights of their vehicles illuminating the dark night. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized how close I had come to being caught or worse.
I accelerated, leaving the club behind and heading towards Tyrant's home. The rest of the drive was uneventful, and I arrived at Tyke's house without incident. I pulled up, parked my car, and got out, making my way to the front door.
I entered the house, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I was safe, for now. I would have to be more careful in the future, but for now, I just wanted to rest and process everything that had happened.
I entered the house and locked the door behind me, feeling a sense of security wash over me. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering adrenaline from the night's events.
As I walked into the living room, I noticed the familiar surroundings, the comfortable couch, and the TV mounted on the wall. It was a peaceful space, one that I had grown accustomed to.
I sat down on the couch, feeling the soft cushions envelop me. I closed my eyes, letting out a sigh, and let my mind wander. The events of the night replayed in my head, the gunshots, the assassins, the getaway.
I opened my eyes, staring blankly at the wall. I knew I couldn't stay here forever. I had to figure out what Phoenix wanted with me and why they were after me. But for now, I just wanted to rest.
As I settled into the couch, I heard Tyrant's footsteps approaching. He walked into the living room, a soft smile on his face.
"Hey, you're back," he said, his voice gentle. "I was starting to get worried."
I smiled back at him, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence. "I'm fine," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Tyrant sat down beside me, his thigh brushing against mine. I felt a spark of electricity at the touch, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.
We sat in silence for a moment, the only sound being the quiet hum of the TV in the background. Then, Tyrant reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair out of my face.
His fingers grazed my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting in a moment of pure connection.
Tyrant's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze filled with a deep affection. He leaned in, his face inches from mine.
I felt my heart racing, my breath catching in my throat. And then, in a moment that felt like time stood still, Tyrant's lips brushed against mine.
The kiss was soft, gentle, and full of promise. I felt like I was melting into his arms, like the world around us had disappeared.
As we pulled back, gasping for air, Tyrant smiled at me, his eyes shining with love. "I'm glad you're safe," he whispered.
I smiled back, my heart full. "Me too," I said, my voice barely audible.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. Just Tyrant, me, and the love we shared.
He leaned in once more, kissing me with such fiery intensity that it left me breathless. With a swift motion, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me upstairs. I felt weightless, realizing that I would need to consume more calorie-rich foods in the future to gain weight. As we entered the room, he continued to shower me with intense kisses, igniting a passionate flame between us....
The next morning. I and Tyrant were both naked and I smiled as I remembered what had happened between us earlier the night before.
I rushed out of bed, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. And I saw the love bites on my neck as I stared at the mirror.
As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed James sitting at the table, and a faint sense of familiarity struck me. I had seen him before, although I couldn't quite place where. The memory lingered at the edge of my mind, elusive but intriguing. Before I could grasp the thought, James stood up and smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"I'm James, Tyrant's brother," he said, extending his hand. "Nice to meet you."
I took his hand, still trying to recall where I had seen him before. "I'm...," I started to say, but James cut me off with a friendly gesture.
"No need to apologize for anything," he said, his voice warm. "You're welcome here." His words were kind, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he knew more about me than he was letting on. The memory of the figure behind the curtain flashed through my mind, and I wondered if James's presence here was more than just a coincidence.
As I sat lost in thought, pondering the mysteries of Phoenix, Tyrant emerged from the stairs, his presence breaking the silence. "Good morning, bro!" James exclaimed, his voice booming through the room. I echoed the greeting, trying to match James's enthusiasm, but it felt somewhat awkward. Tyrant smiled and nodded at us, his eyes briefly meeting mine before he took his seat at the table.
James, seemingly oblivious to the tension, gestured to the spread of food on the table. "Alright, guys, dig in! We've got a lot to discuss over breakfast." The clinking of utensils on plates filled the air as we began to eat, the silence between us a stark contrast to James's jovial demeanor.
After breakfast, James and Tyrant settled into a conversation about business, discussing various deals and strategies. I listened for a bit, but my mind began to wander, and I felt out of place. "Excuse me," I said, pushing my chair back. "I'll head back to my room for a bit."
James and Tyrant nodded, barely acknowledging my departure as they became engrossed in their discussion. I slipped away, leaving them to their business talk, and made my way back upstairs to the quiet solitude of my room.