Usually, I know every dirty detail of the hits I complete. I follow them and learn all about them. That’s usually how I see the dirty, awful things they do behind closed doors. Something tells me this wasn’t a bad man. I decide to not look further into him, even after this, because it’ll only make me feel worse.
Untying his hands, I place the gun in his dominant one. I noticed it when he had a pencil in his hand. It looks like he was sketching something on his desk.
I could spend the night digging around, but I choose not to. I’m scared I’ll find something that will make me regret completing this. So, I walk out of the office and shut the door behind me. When I get back to my truck, I peel my gloves and clothes off, dressing back into my work clothes so my family doesn’t suspect anything.
I sit in my truck, rubbing my face and grab my phone to send a text to Mitchell.
Done.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
SUNNY
Nothing more happenedsince the night at the brewery, and all seems to finally be right in the world. Sam and I walk into Cole’s apartment, with Macey and Anthony already there. Tonight is pizza and movie night—a family favorite.
“Where is my twin?” Sam asks, placing wine on the kitchen counter.
“Late night in the office,” Cole says, hugging the both of us. Macey follows with glasses ready.
“He’s been having a lot of those, huh?” I ask.
“After what happened at the brewery, Mitchell has a tight leash on him and is swamping him in work,” Anthony says, examining two movie cases.
I never found out what happened between Tyler and Mitchell. I’m not sure I want to know, but I also can’t stand the idea of Tyler being punished for it.
“You still have actual DVD’s?” Sam looks at Cole.
“He even has a VHS in his bedroom,” Macey laughs, playfully elbowing Cole.
“Old soul much, Cole?” I toy.
“He always has been,” Tyler says in the doorway. “I swear, by the time we were six he was writing poetry.”
He looks…worn.
“There is our businessman!” Anthony chimes.
Setting his bag on the floor, Tyler gives his brother a hug. He makes his rounds, giving each one of us his greetings. I’m last, with his hug lingering a little longer than normal. A deep inhale is pulled from him, slowly being released as his tense body starts to settle against mine. His hand lingers on my waist when he pulls away, and only leaves when he grabs a beer from Cole.
He takes a seat at one of the barstools, tugging at his already loose tie. His once neatly groomed hair looks like a girl's fingers ran through it.
“Okay, the choices are Die Hard and the Lion King.” Anthony holds up the two movies.
“After all that time, that’s what you come up with?” Sam asks.
“Those are terrible choices,” Macey says.
A smile forms on my lips while I watch them all banter.
“They are fantastic choices!” Anthony quips.
“I vote for the Lion King. I could use a good cry,” Tyler takes a swig of his beer with a smile. The facade for his family is up.
“Daddy working you too hard there?” Anthony plays.
Raising his brows, he takes another swig of his beer and lets out a sigh through his nose. He says everything without saying it at all.
Our eyes meet, and he gives me a small smile before immersing himself into the conversation about which movie to watch tonight. His hand finds my thigh, giving me a small squeeze and resting it there.
