The sound of a motorcycle’s engine cuts outside the Maddox residence. Night had fallen and the stars and moon were out. Tyler couldn’t help think about the moon he made love to Brooke under and then tatted on his tricep muscle. She chose that tattoo for him, she symbolized their night as a forever. The idea of her wanting him to stay away was unlikely. She was like a girl on a diet, she wanted to stay away from her favorite food – but she couldn’t. The second he shows up, he knew she would devour him once more. Brooke Maddox wasn’t as in love with Jake Fitzgerald as she liked to believe. If she was, she would have never went out of her way to get back in his pants. She was jonseing not only for alcohol and drugs but his dick as well and she will again. And he’d be there, under that same moon, waiting. When Nina’s range rover pulled up along the curb, Tyler dismounted his bike and shot her a bold smile. “You’re late,” his eyes scan her hands and notice her nails were done. “Serious?” he wanted to yell but instead just laughed it off. “Time to get revenge. You sure you’re ready for this?” On Tyler’s back was a schoolbag full of supplies. He lowered it from his shoulders and unzipped it to show off a bunch of weapons and a couple Ghost masks he bought online under a fake alias. When Nina looked shocked, he shook his head – “No. I’m not the killer. But we have to pin all this on someone, right? Why not public enemy number one? I don’t know about you, but I’m not planning to go to jail after I’m done burning this town to the ground.”

Instead of his usual bike, Tyler was riding around his Porsche 918 Spyder, which was the same car he banged Brooke in and out of. The memory wasn’t for Nina, but for Brooke, whom he would see later tonight. That was the car he drove up onto the beach where Nina asked him to meet her. When he spotted her flow of red hair and pale skin, he climbed out of his car and checked the trunk to make sure his delivery was still breathing. “Nina!” Tyler called out; fixing his leather jacket as the wind blew dark, messy hair. When he reached her, he sucked roughly on his lip and eyed her in a way that was scarily seductive. “So the moron and the bitch really got married?” he should have thought of that one himself but he never would have considered it. He wasn’t the married type. But he knew Brooke would have married him if he asked. There wasn’t a thing she said no to that night. She could blame it on the alcohol but she was able to say no Carlos, why couldn’t she say no to him, too? It’s because she wanted it. She wanted him over Jake and she still does. He just had her trapped out of guilt and it was disgusting. “Tell me everything. And then I have a surprise for you in my car. You’re gonna love it.”