Keep Her Safe Qb Tyler Novels & Stories

Tyler let out another chuckle, his shoulders relaxing as he tossed the football straight into Caleb’s chest. "You heard her, buddy!" Tyler yelled playfully, moving into a defensive stance on the grass. "Mom thinks she can outrun the Rider men! Let's show her what real teamwork looks like!"

Tyler chuckled, provoking Cruz even more. "But then, you will have to find someone else! Remember, you have access to every other woman except her. Since I'm leaving soon, I will have to put her in Klaus' care that way. I will be rest assured that she is safe from you!" Tyler announced as he picked up his car key, preparing to leave. "What?" Cruz exclaimed, his eyes almost plucking off their socket. "Is she some kid that you have to keep under someone's care? Who do you think…"

“You’re safe. I won’t let anything happen to you. No one would hurt you, okay.” She cried into his chest while he stroked her hair. “I’m sorry I took so long,” he said. “I should’ve been faster.” “I thought everyone forgot me,” she said. “I thought no one cared.” “I care,” he said. “I care a lot about you. And I am here for you, no one is going to hurt you while I am here." They stayed like that for a moment. And all of a sudden Tyler’s body jerked, he was stabbed.

“I’ll be back later—” My hand shot out and grabbed his arm before he could go. “Please don’t tell Kade I’m here,” I whispered desperately. I trusted Tyler—I had to. “Please.” Tyler stared at me for a moment in shock, but then nodded. “Alright. If it’s that important to you…” “It is.” I gave him a meaningful look, saying a thousand things all at once without words. To my utter relief, Tyler seemed to understand and nodded. “Okay. Don’t worry, Elena. You’re safe here.”

Then, she saw him. Tyler. Tyler Bennett, who’d been the star quarterback of their football team, the most popular guy in school, the one who’d always had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He was standing near the bar, his back to them, but Kayla would recognize that broad shoulders and that cocky stance anywhere. But when he turned around, she barely recognized him. His face was gaunt, his hair unkempt, and he was wearing a worn-out suit that looked like it had seen better days. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he was holding a glass of whiskey so tightly his knuckles were white.

"Not exactly kill, he knew Ty would be quick enough to handle the situation, but he wanted to give him a lesson for telling you what he saw that day and for saving you." That made a lot of sense. If Ty weren't there to save me, Blake would have gotten he wanted and get away with it. "Do you think Ty's gonna be okay?" Blake might be a benchwarmer, but he was still a football player, and anyone in a football team looked like they were descendants of the giants. Or at least had their share of DNA in terms of height, weight, and strength. Luc smirked. "Don't worry, Ty's a good fighter. And he has Hunter, which isn't as good as Ty, but he's wild. You can't predict what he's gonna do."

Her unwavering faith in me fills me with a sense of hope, a glimmer of possibility in this tense moment. Tyler’s gaze narrows, scrutinizing me for any signs of deception. He takes a step closer, his protective instincts still on high alert. “You better not be playing games with her,” he warns, his voice stern and unwavering. My expression turns serious, and I lock eyes with Tyler, conveying my earnestness and determination. “I would never play games with her,” I assert, my voice filled with sincerity. “I care about her more deeply than you can possibly imagine.

"I don't know, he actually asked if I was the next Luna or something." Tyler's brows knit together in confusion, but before he could say more, I gently pressed his elbow and gestured toward the crowd. "Anyway, you should go enjoy the night, Ty. I saw your basketball team inside. You haven't said hi to them." He chuckled while shaking his head. "I would rather keep you safe than party or drink." I rolled my eyes at him. "Tyler, I know love drinking. I know that. You're responsible, but you also know how to have fun. Go, I'll be fine."

The hum of the fridge filled the silence of the apartment — familiar, steady, too loud for a morning that already felt heavy. Footsteps shuffled down the hall. Tyler appeared, hoodie half-zipped, backpack slung over his shoulder. His hair stuck up at odd angles — kid looked like he’d wrestled with sleep and lost. “You’re up early,” I said, reaching for a mug. “Coach said I could come in before class to help with drills.” He grabbed a protein bar and then spotted my phone lighting up again. “You’re trending. Again.” “Lucky me.” He tore open the wrapper, chewing slowly, eyes narrowing. “It’s about her, right? The reporter?”

I grinned because this shit never changes. Cord and Lo hugged and whispered to each other and went back to acting like nothing happened, which is the way with all of us. Con's gonna be next to show his ass and Quinn and I will keep our mouths shut and grit our teeth. And the rest of us will make sure that Ty stays safe because he's the baby. And also the hothead who likes to put himself in the line of fire. Nothing new here! I on the other hand had no choice but to tell her the truth for her own protection. It was never more obvious than now why we stuck to our pact in the past. This shit felt like sawing off an arm and leaving it behind.