Tyson’s POV
I groaned, opening my eyes. It hurts to move or even breathe. The sharp pain in my chest was enough to keep me from doing anything.
“Hey man you’re awake. How do you feel?” Damien asked.
“Like I’ve been run the f**k over several times. Where’s Ella?”
He pointed to the window seat that doubled as a bed. She was curled up in a little ball sleeping.
“Don’t wake her,” I told Damien as he started walking over there.
“And have her rath? I want to live another day, man.”
“What the hell happened? Please tell me Chris is dead?”
“He is. Your little wife over there took care of that and then saved your f*****g ass. You were f*****g dead when we got there.”
“What about Chris and Brody?”
“They’re fine. They were banged up a little bit but fine now.”
“How long have I be
