chapter twenty-three

**Tyler Mitchell's POV:**

"You know you can't do this to her," Justin said, taking a sip from the drink in his glass.

"My intention was never to be with Emily, never was," I shrugged, although I knew that was a lie. I started to have some kind of feeling for her, and honestly, I didn't want her to die. However, a man has his needs, if you catch my drift.

"Are you going to tell me who she is?" Justin asked, insisting on the same question from a few minutes ago.

"I can't, but it's insignificant, and it was only once. Now, changing the subject, what time is the shipment going to arrive?"

"The guys should already be receiving it, relax."

My phone rang. It was Emily. Have I mentioned how clingy she is?

"Tyler, you need to come here urgently!" She said as soon as I answered, not giving me space.

"What happened?" I asked, thinking it wouldn't be anything serious, at least a cramp.

"Josh is here, and he's bleeding a lot, Tyler! He got shot!" She shouted with a trembling voice.

My muscles trem