Chapter 74: Not My Tyler
(SASHA)
Seeing Tyler in that state made me sick to the core. On countless occasions, I have left men like that, or even worse than that, beaten and bloody. Their mothers wouldn’t even recognize them when they were healed.
But they aren’t Tyler.
My Tyler.
My omega who I swore to protect.
I failed at my responsibility. I failed him. I took an oath and promised to protect him for the rest of our lives but I didn’t live up to it. I should have kept watch on him. I felt it in my gut that he would try something like this but I ignored it. Now look.
I can’t get all the details of what happened now. They are out of reach and I’m more focused on finding Tyler than knowing what happened to him first. If I had the time, I would have stolen the charts and looked. But I don’t.
The attending doctor isn’t entirely without heart, however. With enough persistence, he gives me a little more information than I had got from the paramedic earlier. He tells me that beyond the beating that Tyler took, they gave him a blood transfusion, and that they gave him emergency care. He told me that the baby escaped the impact by a slim chance. That it was safe.
The only way for him to have been injured this bad was if the assaulter had a personal vendetta. And for it to be bad that he required surgery? I don’t see red. I surpass red. I see fucking black.
Of all the names that I mentioned. Angelo’s was the only name that made Tyler cry. It isn’t an outright confirmation, but at least, it gives me the idea of who to go after. The name is just about enough information that I need. What remains now is going after the fucker.
Much to my annoyance, I’m certain that Angelo isn’t in any of his usual haunts. I guess it is my time to work down his chain of command. That means my next stop is Kasi.