CHAPTER SEVEN
Two weeks ago, the doctors had successfully removed the bullet from Treasure’s chest. Though the wound would heal over time, she’d most likely live the rest of her life as a quadriplegic. When the doctor that had performed her surgery relayed the information to Tyson, he went blind with rage, tearing up everything in the waiting room. It took six security guards to restrain him until he calmed down. The police were going to haul him off to jail, but the doctor convinced them to do otherwise. He felt the young man’s pain, and he didn’t want him to spend the day in lock up.
“Are you okay, son?” Henry asked Tyson as he sat beside him with a cup of black coffee. Vapors rose from the dark liquid and disappeared into the air. Henry had popped up at Moon’s house to see if he’d hea
