Novel & Cerita Tyquan Tyler Chicago

"I need the keys to the SUV. He needs new running shoes, and Addy texted me to see if I could pick her and Tatum up from cheerleading practice." "Ohhh, are you going for dad of the year?" Meredith laughed as she reached into her purse and grabbed out her keys. "Those two can be loud after practice." Tyler groaned. "I know, that's why I'm bringing him with me." He motioned towards Caelin. "And he promised I could get a new video game too." Charity grinned when she heard Caelin talk. He was the second coming of Tyler Blackfoot, he even sounded like his dad.

But for now, I have more than enough people here that are experts at fishing out the chaff from the wheat even though they don't know it yet. Quinn, with his abilities to 'see' into people and things, will be of great use in the not too distant future. But his brothers in arms have some of those same skills even though theirs aren't as organic as his. Tyler's capability to blow up sh*t with just about anything he gets his hands on will also play a huge part going forward. No wonder he and Lyon gravitated to each other upon first meeting; they have a lot in common after all.

I quickly apologized. Ty's life was far more complicated than mine. His dad was an asshole who left him and his mom. He needed to juggle with two jobs in order to help his mom pay the bills. He worked as a barista at Poirot right after school and a drug dealer at night. I had no idea how the hell he was still the top student in his school since he barely had time to study. "She is next, Hunter," said Ty, pulling me back to reality. "Villain X plans on sabotaging her chance of joining the Science Olympiad."

With that thought, I ask Tyler, “That’s it? You are just going to let them go and hope that Tristan calls you?” Tyler waited until the men were in the car pulling away before he turns to me and says, “You get more flies with honey. My men will follow them back to wherever Tristan is and they will call me when they have his location. I’m not a killer like my brother, Quinn. I would like to avoid killing as many lives as possible, those of the living and the dead. I only want to see one person in this world suffer a painful death and that is Tristan for what he had done.”

Queenie replied just as calmly, with no change in her expression. “You either give up now, or you kill Tyrell and fight us.” “We’re in the right, and we have strength in numbers. What do you have with you to fight us?” “Are you worthy?” “Big Brother, give up now and I’ll make sure you die with your limbs intact,” Quinton assured smugly. Tyrell chuckled coldly, not intending to hold back. “Don’t mind me! Shoot this damn fool! I don’t mind dying with him anyway!”

Her dad said and they chuckled. One of the three males on the other side of the couch wanted to say something but was a little too late as Scarlett's mom beat him to it "And who are you young man since my daughter refused to introduce you still" She said and Scarlett's face flushed from embarrassment. Tyler only chuckled "I'm Tyler Rodriguez" Tyler replied. "I know him, he is the youngest businessman close to having a billion in his bank account, and he just entered into the world of business three years ago," one of the guys said. Tyler was surprised when he heard some talking about him 'Am I already that popular?' he thought but only smiled at the guys.

She was silly as always. "So, you're the boyfriend? Where are you taking us?” Shyra seriously asks Tyeron. Tyeron smiled. "Yes, ma'am, by the way, I'm Attorney Tyeron Bon Vanderburgh, and you are Shyra, right?" Shyra covered her mouth. "Are you an attorney? How old are you now?” Shyra asks in surprise. "Yes, ma'am, I'm 29 years old," Tyeron replied. She gave Shyra a secretive look and signaled her to stop, but her friend's mouth had no break.

“He’s been using multiple identities.” I shook my head slowly. “No that can’t be,” I said. “We’ve got you man,” Noah said raising a brow at Tyler. “Well,” Tyler replied dryly. “This is quite the performance.” He stood up. One of the officers stepped forward. “Sir you're gonna have to stay where you are.” Tyler raised his hands, slightly, amused. “Bianca, don’t listen to them, this is all a setup.” Noah’s eyes stayed locked on him.

She was disappointed and the fact that she felt disappointed made her mad. Damien was equally disappointed to let Adeline go, but when he saw Tyriq Ibrahim's name on the caller ID, he knew he shouldn't ignore it. Tyriq was the leader of the biggest crime faction in Chicago and he lent Damien a hand when Cubano's tried to take over his businesses. He was a busy man and if he was calling, it could be something important. Besides, Damien owed him. "This is Damien," he said after answering. He tried to ignore the massive erection he got from seeing Adeline bent over his desk. Hopefully, he doesn't get blue balls while discussing business with Tyriq.

Zach was officially under investigation, and there was no way he was getting out of this. Shutting my tablet close, I grabbed my tablet and keys, ignoring the loud commotion going on outside my office. I knew it was Tyler. And I'd been expecting him. Honestly, he was lucky he hadn't been taken in yet. I opened the door to find him, roughly handled by Jayden. He was on his knees, his hands held behind his back with a busted lip. “What do you want?” I moved closer. “You fucking did this, didn't you?” Tyler's jaw tightened as venom rage crawled through his veins.