Keep Her Safe Qb Tyler 소설 & 이야기

They continued to ask questions and wore thoughtful expressions as he spoke, which gave me some hope that they would believe it. Finally, Shane looked at me with concern, and then over to Alpha David. "I think you will understand the importance of keeping this information to ourselves," he finished, his expression grave. "No one can ever know about this," Tyler suddenly piped up, taking me by surprise. He'd been sitting next to me, his hand clutching mine tightly as Shane was talking, but I could see the worry in his eyes all the while. "We have to protect her," he stated firmly.

Just the quiet, dull weight of watching something end. "He set up the trust so it couldn't be touched," Tyler said. "The boys are completely protected. He made sure of that first." "I know," she said. "That's the thing about him, isn't it." She looked at Noah. "When it mattered most, he did the right thing." Tyler was quiet for a moment on the other end. "What do you want to do?" "Nothing yet," she said. "Let it settle."

Fans screamed, whistled, and yelled as they streamed onto the playing Field. Christine had been watching the final drive with her family and Laura, and Maddie's friends. "God, is he cool or what?" asked one of Maddie's friends. "He acts like it's a day at the beach. That's some boyfriend your sister has there. He's a way better player than our team's quarterback, and he’s 23 years old." When Tyler Smith clutched the football to his chest and fell to the ground in the end zone, Christine was on her feet with every other Highland fan, momentarily too stunned to speak.

He refuses to let Julian or Tyler on the secure text route, or even Elaine know which name beats beneath her silence. On the side screen, Tyler’s last message remains open. Westbridge was never only medical. Check family welfare routing. They used it when support had to look charitable. Tyler is not in the room, but his presence remains through the protected channel, sharp and suspicious even in text. He has not given them the ledger. He has given them the photograph, the recording, and fragments shaped like warnings. Leah has not decided whether she trusts him. She only knows Olivia did. That is enough to keep the door open.

I was trying to wash away the dirty thoughts filling my head. I'm not supposed to want her. I was supposed to protect her. "Rivera! Hell of a game, man!" Tyler slapped me on the back, grinning wide despite the bruise I'd probably given him earlier. "You were a beast out there." He didn't realize that right now he was the enemy. I wanted to punch his stupid face. And he wouldn't even know why. Ryan Morales, our quarterback, joined in. "That last interception? Clean as hell. Scouts were eating it up."

she asked. Tyler nodded. “I can’t let Nina go like this. I want to be there, to protect her if…” His voice trailed off, but his words still struck home. Even as kids, back when he couldn’t even stand on his own, he had always said he’d be my protector someday. My mother blinked at me. “You’ll keep him safe,” she said. “Don’t let him out of your sight.” I nodded. Behind me, Luke tapped his foot impatiently; the portal was closing.

“A fan moment, huh?” “No worries, I’m over it. When I meet players like Killian MacGregor or Matt Ryan, expect the same reaction. I’ll actually count on you to give me a signal if I start drooling.” I chose the number one and two quarterbacks in the league for a reason, and it’s fun to watch Aiden’s lips compress in distaste.

AUTHOR'S POV The sharp, ear-piercing noise of a chair being jerked out from under someone got the attention of everyone in the room including Katherine. Tyler looked at her strangely for a moment, but she was too enthralled in the situation unravelling before her eyes. Brock Johnson, the quarterback of the football team, was up to his old tricks again. If you asked Tyler, that boy needed a good lesson taught to him the hard way, but of course, Tyler couldn't care less. The boy now being tormented wasn't him or one of his own. Why should he care?

he says, causing murmurs to ripple through the room. Coach turns sharply. “Explain yourself.” Jake shrugs. “If QB1 is not cleared, and suddenly there’s no properly fitted gear for anyone else? I guess he plays.” “That’s ridiculous,” Alex snaps. “Is it?” Jake replies smoothly. “Because he’s the last one who left yesterday.” All eyes shift to Tyler. “You think I need to steal gear to play?” Tyler says in a dangerously calm tone. “I think,” Jake replies, pushing off the bench, “you’re desperate and scared of Daddy, so much that you’d do anything.”

"Do be careful, Mrs. Slate. We'll be vigilant in case you need us." "No need. I doubt she tries anything." "Still. You're our beta's mate, we need to take care of you," he says, placing his hand on the rifle hanging on the side of his right shoulder. "Thanks, Kev." "Beta Slate knows you're down here. He warns you not to get too close," he says as his eyes darken, giving me the sign that Tyler is mind-linking him, giving him orders to keep a closer eye on me.