Romans & histoires Tyquan Tyler Chicago

But the burner phone calls told a different story. Three calls to Tyler this week alone. Each lasting between five and ten minutes. What were they talking about? Money, obviously. Karla needed to keep Tyler quiet and cooperative. But what else? Damien opened another file the background check on Tyler that Marcus had prepared. Tyler James. Age 28. Mechanic at Morrison's Auto Shop in Philadelphia. High school graduate. No college. No criminal record beyond a few speeding tickets. Dated Karla for two years before they broke up four months ago, right around the time she'd discovered she was a Nightbane.

“A lifetime, it seems. I wonder what happened to Tyler?” Will’s jaw tightened. “Why do you ask?” I laughed at his expression. “Not for any reason you might be thinking of. He was a douchebag then and is undoubtedly a douchebag now. I was just wondering if he ever fulfilled his dream of playing in the NBA. I don’t really follow sports.” Will’s face softened, and a rueful smile played on his lips. “He works at his dad’s garage about three towns over from Deepwater. Last I heard he and Bobby Sue had four kids together.”

“My thoughts exactly.” I looked at the door to see who had spoken. It was Tyler and in his hands were his uniforms. “I gotta make this look presentable. My dad’s going to be at the assembly,” he said with a wink at me. I understood immediately. He has to look good enough to represent Maximilian in good grace. “Hey, Charlie. I see we both have good tastes.” “Yeah? What’s your type?” “Redhead but I could do a short brunette on the side,” he wagged his brows.

CHAPTER ONE TYLER Tyler Reyes – National Championship Final Northbridge Hawks vs Silverhollow Storm The arena was shaking. Deafening. The kind of loud that rattled inside your chest. “Thirty seconds!” Coach’s voice thundered behind me. I gripped my stick tighter, my gloves damp with sweat. My heart thudded like a war drum. One–one. Final period. Championship game. Twenty thousand people screaming from the stands, but I only saw him. Mason Grant.

One had no choice but to acknowledge that Tyron was exceptional. He had become a Tier-3 master fighter before the age of thirty. Moreover, he came from a reputable, outstanding background, his family being major players in Yando City. His future seemed bright beyond comparison. One could describe him as being the creme de la creme of the people in the country. If Sienna had not been acquainted with Zayn, she would have been smitten with Tyron. Nonetheless, having met the other man, she had no feelings for Tyron whatsoever.

The person was none other than Tyler, even though his face was less visible, he can always be identified by putting on his black leather jacket. "What are you doing here?" Martin's face turned dry as he asked without sparing him a single glance. Tyler's eyes traveled to the empty chair that used to be Haunter's. "You don't have an underboss, that's not right, I'm available!" He smirked. Carlos rolled his eyes dryly and looked at Evander while shaking his head. Tyler was back again, they were sure trouble would start. "I'll ask again, why are you here?" Martin looked at him this time.

"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.”