Keep Her Safe Qb Tyler Novels & Stories

"Next time, no matter what, don't push me away. If something like this happens and I'm not there, what am I supposed to do?" Tyler's voice was laced with urgency but not a trace of blame. It was clear he was worried about her, about keeping her safe, more than anything else. Zyra played it calm, simply nodding in agreement. Tyler did not say much more. He walked her to the Stewart family's front gate before finally releasing her hand. "Okay, head on back. I'll watch until you're inside." Zyra slipped off her jacket and offered it to him with care. "Thanks for lending me your coat."

Tyler was still tied to her, still felt a responsibility. She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the edge of Tyler's coat. This was her chance. Her chance to keep him here, to keep him by her side, to keep herself safe. But then she thought of Old Madam Brielle, lying vulnerable on an operating table. She thought of the kind of person she wanted to be, especially now, with a new life growing inside her.

Again, I try not to show that he's kind of weirding me out, but he sure is. So ... that's a sensitive topic right there. I had no clue where Tyra even was, last I knew she was adopted by a good family and doing well. She’s still a pup though. And Tyson, well he’s right here, right under Quinn’s own roof, why not just ask him? Something is very off with this situation.

The moment she said this, Tyler got the bodyguards to put Mason in the car first while he turned to look coldly at Queenie. He stared at her terrifyingly, as if he could bite her at any moment. When she looked into his eyes, Queenie lost every ounce of courage she had just gathered with much difficulty. She instantly turned quiet as she looked fearfully at Tyler. “That’s a good girl.” Tyler gave her a thumbs-up and smiled at her wickedly. “Now that we have Mason, I’ll leave it to you to decide if you still want to call the police. Although, I have to warn you not to make any stupid moves.

“Agreed. I want smart, hungry, versatile. I want people who buy in and make their teammates better. No room for egos or passengers.” Jeremy grinned. “Couldn’t have said it better myself. All right, as owner and GM, I’ll go first. My number one is Trisha Steinmetz.” Jenifer’s eyebrows lifted. “Quarterback from the Outlaws?” Jeremy nodded, tapping the screen of his tablet. “She’s the real deal. Ran the Outlaws’ offense last year, led them to the WFL championship with Alexandra at linebacker. I coached her as QBs coach before I bought the Outlaws and took over the Cannibals. We need a new QB—Wilfred Copeland signed with Toronto in the CFL. Trisha’s got the arm, the poise, and the leadership. Wa

“Don't talk about Samona. You, of all people, should know that she doesn't give a damn about you. If I hadn't done that, she would have informed Tristan and you know it.” “I'm not bothered about Samona or Tristan. I'm actually worried about you, Tyler.” Tyler smiled. Though it was dark, I could still see his face under the bright moonlight. He suddenly took my hands in his and looked into my eyes. “Freya, if there's anything you must know, or is the fact that I already made my decision before coming out here with you.” “Huh? Are you trying to say you'll escape anywhere with me?” “But of course. This is the only way to keep you safe, and I'm willing to follow these steps as long as I can keep

He doesn’t respond as he seems to be lost in his thoughts, which is a first for him because he never does that and is always attentive, wanting to learn. “Tyler?” I called out to him. “Yes?” He snapped out of it as he looked between me and Connor. “I asked you if she got home safe” I repeated myself which I rarely do, he took his hands out of his pockets as he glanced at me, waiting for a reaction from me “Umm… am not sure. She ordered me to come back when she heard people approaching,” he replied, looking anxious as he said that. I scoff, shaking my head in disbelief. He didn’t even ensure that he got her back into the house safely.

He huffed with a shake of his head. “It's not about what you want or didn't want, Tyler. You and I both know it. You failed her and I have her with me, safe and sound. You are not getting her back. You will never get to see Mom again!” She hissed. Tyler exhaled as ran a hand into his hair in frustration. She was safe, Alicia had her. Alicia had her and she was safe, he didn't have to worry but he knew without a doubt that he would worry all night long. He would worry about her.

This is a real possibility, one that makes the most sense. “She is safe.” Ty whispers the words, tasting them like the meaning is a foreign concept. His voice breaks as he repeats the words again. “She is safe” I watch as my older brother breaks down in happy tears. He covers his face and pulls his knees up, resting his elbows on them as he holds his head and tries to control the onslaught of emotions I’m sure he is feeling. “Yes, Ty. Your mate is safe.” I mutter, rubbing his arm. He snaps his eyes to me in shock, but then it melts away and he gulps in some air.

Caroline: [Ty, this is Mommy.] During mealtime, Tyler felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly retrieved it and opened a text message from an unknown number. The content of the message startled him, causing him to drop his fork with a clang. The sound caught Axel's attention, who then asked, "What's going on, Ty?" Tyler glanced at the nearby bodyguard and shook his head as he replied, "Nothing, I just saw the news."