LOGINTyler's POVAfter much thought I decided to call Quin to come pick me up.The drive was quiet. I had a lot going on in my mind to talk about, but I didn't know where to begin. I sat in the passenger seat staring out the window while the city moved around us. I had just walked out of a mortuary after saying goodbye to the woman who had spent most of my life teaching me what love was never supposed to look like.My chest felt hollow.Quin kept glancing at me every now and then. The first few times I pretended not to notice. Then I finally sighed.“ Are you sure you're even focused on the road right now?”His grip tightened slightly around the steering wheel. “I am.”“The way you're staring could make one think otherwise.”“I’m multitasking. Watching my environment while driving.”I almost smiled.The fact that he was even trying made something ache inside me. Because despite everything that had happened, Quin still worried about me and he made it quite obvious.The silence returned. A fe
Tyler's POVI stood outside the mortuary for almost twenty minutes before I finally went in.The building wasn’t particularly intimidating. There were no thunderclouds overhead or dramatic music playing in the background. Just a normal building. Normal doors with normal people walking in and out. Because death should feel bigger than this. It should announce itself somehow. Instead, life continued exactly as it always had.My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag. I still wasn’t sure why I came. Closure? Curiosity? Obligation? Maybe some stupid part of me was still hoping to feel something different. Something like, grief, Devastation, Loss or Anything. But I didn't , I just felt tired.The last few days had been a mess. The argument with Quin replayed inside my head every time I tried to sleep or closed my eyes. I saw the look on his face after I told him maybe we shouldn’t be together. The hurt. The shock. The way he’d looked like I’d physically hit him. And the worst part? I
Quin's POVI stood frozen as the scream echoed and Mrs. Davis hit the ground hard, her body twitching. The sound of the impact made even me wince.Ouch!That must have hurt.“Jesus Christ,” Jake muttered under his breath.Jake and I didn't make any attempt to go closer, but a few security guys rushed towards her. One of them quickly turned her body, laying her flat on the floor face up with the shoe still attached to her chest. Someone shouted to call an ambulance and another was saying she was already gone.A woman capable of orchestrating hit-and-runs and arson had been defeated by her own footwear.For a brief moment I simply stared. Then I sighed. “Well.”Jake looked disappointed. “That’s it?”“What were you expecting?”“I don’t know. Something a bit more dramatic.”“She just tried to escape and lost a fight against a shoe. Isn't that dramatic enough.”I was annoyed and pissed that she had to go so easily. But oh well, she was still gone.Jake and I both looked at eachother before
Quin's POV"Finally. She's had too much freedom."Jake replied thirty seconds later.I stared at the screen for a long moment before locking the phone and putting it into my pocket. For weeks we had been reacting. Tyler gets threatened—we investigate,Tyler gets hit by a car—we investigate, My penthouse burns—we investigate.Enough is enough.I was finished collecting evidence while someone systematically tried to destroy the people I loved. This time we were going to her.The next morning Tyler was still asleep when I left. For a moment I stood beside the bed and simply watched him. The bruises had mostly faded. The cuts were healing. Color had returned to his face. The damage his mother had inflicted was not the kind that showed up on scans. That was the worst part.I brushed a hand through his hair. He stirred, eyes still closed.“Mmm…”“Go back to sleep .”He immediately closed his fingers around my wrist without opening his eyes. “Where are you going?”I almost smiled. Half-asleep
Quin's POVHating your child was one thing.Trying to kill him was another.And that was the line Tyler’s mother had crossed.I sat alone in my office long after the rest of the house had gone quiet, the only light coming from the desk lamp and the soft blue glow of the monitors. Files covered every available surface—Jake’s reports, printed security stills, phone records, IP traces, and bank statements that had been highlighted, annotated, and re-annotated until the pages looked bruised.Every road led back to the same place.Tyler’s mother.I wanted to find a flaw. Not out of any lingering desire to protect her—I felt nothing but cold contempt for the woman—but because Tyler still needed the possibility of one. Despite years of manipulation, emotional abuse, threats, and relentless harassment, a part of him continued to hope she wasn’t capable of something this monstrous.Reality, unfortunately, did not care what any of us needed.The evidence was cold, brutal, and unforgiving. Multi
Tyler's POVFour days later, I was finally being discharged.Personally, I thought I was doing great. Sure, my arm was still in a cast, my ribs still hurt every time I laughed and I still got dizzy if I stood up too quickly. But compared to waking up in a hospital bed wondering if my legs still worked? I was thriving.The doctors disagreed.They had kept me for four extra days, running tests and scans and observing me like I was some kind of rare zoo animal after giving me hope that I would leave earlier. Every morning somebody came in to shine a light into my eyes, ask me annoying questions and reminded me not to do anything stupid.I had never been more eager to leave a building in my life.The only good thing about the extra days was Quin. He never left. Not really. Jake practically had to force him to shower. Cassie had threatened him with bodily harm if he didn’t sleep at least a few hours. I love her for that. The nurses had started greeting him like he worked there.I glanced o
Tyler's POV "Heir to the Makell Empire Allegedly got married to a man in Vegas" Below the headline was a picture of me wearing a mask and Quin standing opposite me putting a ring on my damn finger. Wait, why was I even panicking? It's not like anyone would recognise me. The picture was kinda bl
Tyler's POV It couldn't be. How was Quinn seated behind the huge desk of the office of the CEO.Was I missing something ?" Good morning sir" my voice came out clearly hiding any form of suspicion. Thank goodness I was wearing glasses and I dyed my hair black last night . Although I did it because
Tyler's POV I prefer dream Quin to real Quin. Real Quin hated me and was most definitely straight. He kept fucking and hitting my prostrate, earning more screams from me. At some point he pulled the pillow from under me , flipped me over and held my ass to the air. I was soo close to the edge. I
Tyler's POV Quin and I didn't really play any drinking games. It was probably just his way of making me drink with him. I couldn't remember how we got to his room. Fuck. I drank too much. My eyes felt heavy, I could barely stand. I saw a figure moving towards me through my blurry vision. I rubb







