“What the f**k is going on?” a g**g member exclaimed, eyeing Tyler in a daze. “Who is this guy?”
The stranger had appeared within the blink of an eye out of nowhere. He shoved Torque out of the bullet’s way in the nick of time, which was way too fast for a human.
“Tyler Grant!” Huxley called out. “How did you escape from the police station? You’re supposed to be in handcuffs!”
Tyler cast a glance mixed with pity and revulsion at the g**g leader. “I feel no obligation to answer questions of a bottom-feeder like you. But it would be best if you worried about yourself. You signed your own death sentence by k********g my sister!”
“My death sentence?” Huxley spat with a howl of laughter. “You may have escaped your demise at the Marian Hotel because of Dwayne Mosby. But here, I am the undisp
