Chapter 93

• Tyler sat in his office, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the polished floors. His desk was a mess of papers and files, but his focus was far from work. His fingers scrolled through his phone, revisiting the string of messages he had sent Carla. Every single one of them was left unanswered. His jaw clenched with a mixture of frustration and something softer he refused to name.
• With a sigh, Tyler swiped over to his gallery. There, among countless business documents and pictures from events, were the few photos he had of Carla and her baby—Dom. One in particular caught his eye: Dom, with his wide, innocent eyes and a cheeky smile, looking directly at the camera. Tyler smirked despite himself.
• “Cute as fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head. There was something about the kid—something that almost made him forget why he had gotten involved in this messy game in the first place. But he couldn’t afford to get distracted. He wasn’t here to make friends or admire adorable babies. He was here for payback. For Liam.