Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(19)

“I won’t let him, and I won’t leave you in the same room with him. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He can hurt you.”

“I said I can handle it. I’ve seen him like this before. You probably haven’t. So just go.” I risked it all, but I couldn’t stand arms folded while Ty hurt like that. I just couldn’t watch his pain. It hurt as if it were mine.

A quizzical stare jumped on Laius’s face. I didn’t have time for this. I replaced Laius’s hand that was under Ty’s head with mine. “Ty, it’s me. It’s just me. Please stop. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere until you calm down, okay?” Slowly, I pushed Laius’s fist off Tirone’s wrists and, with my gaze, urged him to go. Laius rose carefully, his eyes glued on Ty, alert for any sudden moves. “It’s okay. Wait outside,” I told him.

His footsteps backed away reluctantly.

“Just go and close the door, please,” I urged him through the bangs Ty was now making with his palms against the floor. “If I need you, I’ll holler.”

Laius wiped a hand over his beard, the other falling on the doorknob. “Fine. I’m right outside.”

When he shut the door, I collected Ty in my arms, embracing him with every fiber in me. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” I hummed, reassuring us both, as his body jerked violently. I rocked my body with his to soothe him. Stroking his hair, I kissed his forehead. “Calm down, baby. I’m here, waiting for you to come back,” I whispered. The banging faded, and his rigid body began to relax. “That’s right. Come back to me.”





CHAPTER 11


Jo



A Few Months Ago



“I saw him! I saw him with my own eyes!” Ty was frantic in that motel room he’d taken me to. I thought he’d brought me here to have some time alone. It’d turned out he wanted to fight about Lenard Grant. Mr. Grant, the Music teacher.

I wished Ty would have just calmed down so we could have talked things out like normal people. “We were just talking, Ty. He’s my colleague.”

“Don’t lie to me. He was telling everybody he was going to ask you out, and I know what I saw. He was flirting with you. And you weren’t blowing him off. Did he ask you out? What did you say, huh? What did you say?!”

Stunned, I just froze. I’d never seen him that agitated, not even that first night he came to my apartment. He scared me.

Then he scared me some more.

His cries bellowed in the room like painful howls, ripping through me. He was kicking and tossing things, breaking them. He was bleeding in several spots on his arms and hands from whatever he’d broken. Then he staggered, falling on the floor, shoulders heaving, breaking into hysterics.

I fell to my knees next to him, flinching with every jerking move he was making. He was crying and in a dangerous state of agitation. He didn’t seem to be aware of his surroundings, and his violent moves could impact me without his knowing. “Ty,” I breathed as I took in the sad sight of him. “Please, calm down. There’s nothing between me and the Music teacher. Never will be.”

“He wants to take you from me. I’ll fucking kill him. I’ll fucking kill him!”

“No, Ty. No. please.” I tried to hold him, but my arms retreated with a flinch every time. He was uncontrollable, and I didn’t know how to touch him without risking getting hurt.

“You can’t leave me, Jo. You can’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving you. Why are you saying this?”’

“I saw him. I saw you. You can’t leave me. I’ll kill him. I’ll kill anybody who takes you away from me.”

He wasn’t making any sense. It was so painful to see him like that, especially when it was all for nothing. I loved him. He was the only man in my life. The only one I ever wanted, even when it was wrong. I’d been in love with him ever since that day in the library. I refused to believe it or even acknowledge it, but it was the truth. Try as I might, I couldn’t resist it.

His cries were strangled, so filled with pain it brought tears to my eyes, blurring my vision. Taking a deep breath, I summoned my courage and said to hell with it. What if I got a little hurt? I couldn’t watch him suffer. I had to do something. My arms jutted forward fast and managed to bind his. Swiftly, I brought him into my embrace before he resisted me.

He was covered in sweat when I held him. I placed his cheek on the left side of my chest so he could hear my heart, like a mother would do to her baby to soothe him. Mom used to do that with me, and it always helped. “Ty, it’s me. It’s just me. Please stop. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He opened his eyes. They were bloodshot, narrowed at me, filled with rage and pain, and tears streamed down his face. He stared blankly at me, like he wasn’t aware it was me holding him at first. Then recognition hit his face. The hostility that had been rolling off him began to leak away. His bleeding hand and lower lip trembled, and more tears spilled from the corners of his eyes. “Jo…” he choked out my name.

This was beyond anything I felt capable of dealing with, and yet, it fell on my shoulders. Even if it wasn’t my fault, he was like this because of me. I had to fix it. And the only way I could think of was letting him know I was here and never leaving. “I’m here, waiting for you to come back,” I whispered as his body stopped jerking. “That’s right. Come back to me.”