Chapter Thirty
Tyler’s eyes darkened significantly, turning into two cold, angry slits as he stared directly at the glowing phone screen in my hand. The text message from Stone was still pulsing with bright white light in the dimness of the coffee café, the words demanding an answer. Tyler let out a very bitter, mocking laugh that bounced off the quiet walls and made my stomach twist into a very painful, tight knot of pure discomfort.
“Wow. So every single thing I heard around town is actually true,” he said to me, shaking his head back and forth as if he could not believe his own eyes. “You are actually with him. The dangerous biker guy. The complete criminal outlaw.”
I quickly slipped the buzzing phone back into the deep pocket of my jeans, hiding the screen from his sight, and lifted
