Chapter 15- Right Wing Man
Tyler's POV
The moment he stepped outside, his chuckle followed him, low and mocking, like he was enjoying this twisted game he was playing.
I clenched my jaw, forcing myself not to react. Not to turn back and give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he got under my skin. He wasn't worth it.
Instead, I walked straight to my mom.
She was standing just a few steps away, wringing her hands, worry carved deep into her face. The second I reached her, I took her hands in mine, holding them tightly.
"I'm going to be okay," I said softly, looking into her tired eyes. "But if anything—anything—happens, if you hear something weird, if you feel unsafe, I need you to call me or message me immediately. No hesitation."
She nodded, but her lips trembled.
"I mean it, Mom," I pressed. "I love you, and I'm not letting anything happen to you."