I watched with fascination as Lyle tended to his uncle's wound taking his own belt off to tie it tightly above the bullet wound on Matteo's leg, one of Fuller’s followers had shot him. Lyle pulled his phone out to call for what I assumed was help. He looked back at me with a smile that was both sad, happy and filled with regret. I smiled back although I knew there was an emptiness to it.
Matteo had been by Lyle’s side, he had helped him clear the people out who were a liability, the people who couldn’t be trusted. His dad on the other hand had basically went his own way taking a ton of money with him, he told Lyle he could clean up the mess he was done and not to contact him again.
Lyle took me everywhere, like he was afraid I was going to disappear. That only meant that I saw each and
