Keep Her Safe Qb Tyler Novels & Stories

“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.

"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.

"The baby isn't Hunter's." "You keep saying that. But you haven't proven it." Tyler stood up. "When you have proof—real, undeniable proof—then we can talk about Inka coming back. Until then, she's staying exactly where she is." "I need to know she's safe." "She is." "Tyler, please. Just tell me where she is. I won't tell Hunter or Seth if you don't want me to. I just need to see for myself that she's okay." Tyler looked at me for a long moment. I could see him weighing options. Calculating risks.

“I love him, Lena. I really do. He is incredibly dangerous, and he is possessive, and he is absolutely everything I always thought I didn't want in a partner… but he makes me feel completely safe. Wanted. Seen in a way nobody else ever has.” She reached her hand across the small wooden table and squeezed my fingers tightly. “As long as you are truly happy, Tessa, that is all that matters to me. But babe, please promise me you will be careful. This outlaw life sounds intense as hell. And Tyler has been completely losing his mind worrying about your safety these past few days.” The sudden mention of Tyler’s name made my stomach twist into a very painful, tight knot.

“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

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.

"Mitchell wasn't there. But he knows now. I made sure of it." "You sent him a message." "I sent him a warning." Tyler pulls me fully into his lap, his face buried in my hair. I feel him inhale deeply, like he's convincing himself I'm okay. "The next person who tries to hurt you won't get exile. They'll get a closed casket." I should be horrified by the threat. Instead, I feel... protected. Safe. "You kept your promise," I say quietly. "You didn't kill her." "You asked me not to." He pulls back to look at me, his hand cupping my face. "Your mercy saved her life. Don't expect me to be merciful a second time."