#getting hooked

Darius' POV :

We dropped Tyler off at his place, and I could tell he was still reeling from the events of the night. As we drove away, I turned to the others and said, "We need to keep an eye on him. He's not thinking straight."

Anthony nodded in agreement. "We'll watch his back, like always."

But I knew that this time, it might not be enough. Tyler was walking a dangerous path, and I wasn't sure if we could save him from himself.

As we drove back to the club, Andretti spoke up. "You know, guys, we need to talk about what happened tonight."

"What do you mean?" Anthony asked.

"I mean, Hook took out Chris without even consulting us. That's not how we operate," Andretti said, his voice laced with concern.

I nodded in agreement. "Andretti's right. We need to talk to Hook, make sure he's not going rogue on us."

Anthony sighed. "I'll talk to him. Try to get him to see sense."

But as we pulled up to the club, I saw Y/N waiting outside, looking worried.

Y/N's POV :

I waited outside the club, my mind racing with thoughts of Tyler. I had seen the look in his eyes when he left, and I knew something was wrong.

As the guys pulled up, I approached them. "Hey, what's going on? I saw the note on the receipt...what's happening with Tyler?"

Darius hesitated, then said, "He's in a bit of a situation. We're trying to help him out."

I frowned, sensing there was more to it. "What kind of situation?"

Anthony intervened, his voice calm. "Let's just say Hook took care of some business, but it might have gotten out of hand."

I felt a surge of worry. "Is he okay?"

Andretti nodded. "He's fine, but we need to keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn't do anything else...impulsive."

I nodded, determination rising within me. "I want to help. I can talk to him, try to calm him down."

Darius raised an eyebrow. "You think you can handle it?"

I stood my ground. "Yes, I do. I care about him, and I'm not going to let him go through this alone."

The guys exchanged skeptical glances, but Anthony nodded. "Okay, we'll take you to him. But be careful, Y/N. Hook's not in a good place right now."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.

Tyler's POV :

I sat on my terrace, smoking a blunt and staring out at the city skyline. The shower had helped calm my nerves, but my mind was still racing from the events of the night.

As I exhaled a plume of smoke, I heard the sound of cars pulling up outside. I figured it was the guys, come to check on me.

I didn't move, just kept smoking and staring out at the view. I knew they'd come to lecture me, to tell me I'd gone too far.

But I didn't care. I'd done what needed to be done.

The doorbell rang, and I heard the sound of voices inside. When I heard Y/N was with them, my heart skipped a beat.

I took one last drag on the blunt, then stubbed it out and stood up. I walked back inside, pulling my sweatpants up more on my waist.

As I entered the living room, I saw them all standing there, looking at me with concern. Y/N stepped forward, her eyes locked on mine.

"Tyler, what's going on?" she asked, her voice soft.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just taking care of some business, that's all."

But Y/N wasn't having it. She walked up to me, her eyes flashing with anger. "Don't lie to me, Tyler. I know what happened. You went after Jericho, didn't you?"

I sighed, feeling a pang of regret. Maybe I hadn't been as careful as I thought.

Y/N's POV :

I stood in front of Tyler, my heart racing with worry. "Don't lie to me, Tyler. I know what happened. You went after Jericho, didn't you?"

Tyler's eyes dropped, and he nodded slightly. I felt a surge of anger mixed with fear. What had he gotten himself into?

"Tyler, what were you thinking?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice down. "You know what Chris is capable of. You could have gotten yourself killed."

Tyler shrugged, his expression unrepentant. "I took care of it, Y/N. He won't be bothering you again."

I threw up my hands. "That's not the point! The point is you went rogue and did something reckless without thinking about the consequences."

Tyler's face darkened, and he took a step closer to me. "If all you're going to do is yell and berate me, then you can get the fuck out," he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.

I took a step back, stung by his outburst. Darius and Dante moved forward, as if to intervene, but I held up my hand. "No, it's okay. I can handle this."

But Tyler was beyond reason. "Just leave, Y/N. I don't need this shit right now."

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to cry. I turned and walked away, leaving Tyler to his anger.