Chapter 268: Forever, For Always
(SASHA)
People underestimate Tyler all the time, but they do so at their peril.
I’ve discovered that myself over the years. I made a lot of assumptions about my angel baby when we first met. When we were first married. Even these days, I forget just how ruthless he can be when necessary.
But Tyler reminds me now as he reappears, gun steady and well-aimed, and lets off three shots.
They would have been perfect, too, if his target hadn’t chosen that exact moment to take a step to the right. The guy keeps moving, stumbling in shock as the explosive noise echoes around the walls, and for a moment I think Tyler actually hit him.
But then he scrambles to his feet and bolts.
Tyler fires three more shots again, but he isn’t great with moving targets, never has been. And our enemy is already gone, vanished down the black tunnel on the other side. I can hear him running, the noise of his feet stumbling and smacking through the dark. He left his gun behind, and any light. They’ve been very confident, these two agents; one the muscle and one the mind. Brothers by blood as well as oaths, if I can believe their conversation while they still thought I was unconscious.
The muscle went to get food on the blond’s orders a while back. But now the blond could be going to get his brother’s help.
Tyler comes forward fast, but his eyes are still focused on where the guy ran off into the dark. "Shit," I hear him mutter under his breath. "Shit-fuck- shit—"
"Hey," I interrupt, soft as I can, but he jumps nevertheless, swinging the gun around wildly. "Hey," I say again, more firmly, and he rushes to me, collapsing to his knees, and drops the gun on the dirty ground.
"Oh, God, Sasha."