Taming Tyler by A.E. Jensen & E.L. Ough

Author:A.E. Jensen & E.L. Ough [Jensen, A.E. & Ough, E.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-11-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Callum

Tyler is out-of-his-mind drunk when we get to the precinct downtown. We hear his loud shrill voice mouthing off someone as soon as we enter the reception area, a tired-looking receptionist offering us a semi-welcoming smile.

“Get your fucking hands off me, you brute!” Ty yells from somewhere and my instincts immediately scream FIND HIM AND PROTECT HIM in my head, in my chest, everywhere. Mitch throws me a desperate look. At least we’re not in a hospital somewhere. At least, he’s not hurt. He’s drunk, yeah, but at least he’s safe. When Mitch got the call thirty minutes ago that Ty had been picked up in a bar fight, we flew out of the door, not knowing what to expect. In a second my mind went from blissed-out to full-on emergency mode, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life.

Mitch wastes no time rushing up to the reception desk.

“Tyler Carter,” he blurts loudly. “He was brought in an hour ago. I’m his… his parole officer, Mitch Cain.” His hair looks wild, bearing witness to how furiously he was grabbing at it on the drive here. “Bobby… I mean, Sergeant Lincoln called me.”

“YOU CALLED MITCH?!” Ty screams, his angry voice traveling from down a hallway, bouncing off the lime-green walls of reception. Mitch winces, his eyes spilling over with concern.

“Sergeant Lincoln’ll be with you shortly,” the receptionist drawls before she goes back to tap tap tapping at her computer. “Take a seat,” she nods indifferently at some black plastic chairs across from her without looking up. A loud crash sounds from somewhere, metal against metal, and now I’m the one who’s two seconds from freaking out.

“Look…” My gaze finds her nametag, “Gwen,” I offer her my most convincing smile. “If we could just go to him, I know he’ll settle down.” I drum my fingers agitatedly against the desk, and it’s when I drop the muffled “Please” that Gwen, the receptionist, finally looks away from her screen, smiling slightly.

“Sir, if you could plea—”

“Oh, thank God!” Mitch pants, blowing past me as Ty appears down the hallway, accompanied by a policeman resembling a bear. In comparison, Ty looks like a small kid, so tiny and… broken, as he struggles in the policeman’s hold.

“Sir, you can’t go in there!” Gwen calls after him, but I hold up my hand, waving her off.

“It’s okay,” I tell her. Ty looks okay. He’s okay. It’ll all be okay.

“Bobby!” Mitch greets the policeman who must be his acquaintance, Sergeant Lincoln. I jog after him, running right up to Ty, just managing to get to him before he looks ready to pass out. Slumping against me, he seems to have deflated by now, all fight gone out of him. His fingers dig into my sides, clinging to my hoodie as he buries his face against my neck. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him tightly against my chest, relief coursing through me, while fragments of a conversation blow past me. “Just a drunken brawl.

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