“Let her go.”
Tyler stood at the porch, his eyes locked on the man hurting his mother. His voice was quiet—but it carried weight.
“Touch her again and you won’t walk away.”
The thug turned, sizing him up. “And who the hell are you supposed to be?”
Ruth’s face drained of color.
“Tyler, no! Run! They're gangsters!”
The leader sneered.
“So you’re Tyler Grant? Good timing. The Coopers say you still owe them one and a half million.”
Tyler’s expression didn’t change. His voice turned to steel.
“You’re not getting a cent. And you’re not laying another finger on my family.”
Laughter erupted among the gang.
“Boy, I’m Huxley. The Hux gang runs this block. You think some tough talk scares me?”
“I don’t care who you are,” Tyler replied coldly. “You’re a thg picking on a crippled woman. And that ends today.”
Huxley’s smirk twitched. He dropped Ruth to the ground and stepped back. Beating a helpless woman might have been fun, but humiliating her son would be even better.
Tyler helped Ruth back into her wheelchair. “Go inside, Mom. I’ve got this.”
She hesitated. “Tyler, don’t fight. Please. You already have a record. If something happens…”
“I’m not going to prison,” he said softly. “And you’re not living in fear anymore.”
Ruth stared at him, then nodded and wheeled herself inside.
Outside, Huxley spat. “That’s enough drama. Time to break you like we broke your mom.”
He sent one of his men charging at Tyler.
Tyler moved like lightning. One sidestep. One strike. The thug hit the ground, out cold.
The others hesitated—but only for a moment.
“Get him!” Huxley roared.
Five more came at once, fists and feet flying.
But Tyler had trained in hell.
He weaved between their attacks like water, each movement precise, each counter a thunderclap.
Bam! Thud! Pom!
Within seconds, all five were writhing on the ground.
Huxley stared, stunned. This wasn’t some lucky fluke.
Tyler could fight.
In fear and anger, Huxley shouted to Tyler.
"It seems you learned a few tricks. Good for you.”
“But you're still a pathetic sht. Your girlfriend is marrying to the Cooper. Loser!"
Tyler stood at the porch, his eyes locked on the man hurting his mother. His voice was quiet—but it carried weight.
“Touch her again and you won’t walk away.”
The thug turned, sizing him up. “And who the hell are you supposed to be?”
Ruth’s face drained of color.
“Tyler, no! Run! They're gangsters!”
The leader sneered.
“So you’re Tyler Grant? Good timing. The Coopers say you still owe them one and a half million.”
Tyler’s expression didn’t change. His voice turned to steel.
“You’re not getting a cent. And you’re not laying another finger on my family.”
Laughter erupted among the gang.
“Boy, I’m Huxley. The Hux gang runs this block. You think some tough talk scares me?”
“I don’t care who you are,” Tyler replied coldly. “You’re a thg picking on a crippled woman. And that ends today.”
Huxley’s smirk twitched. He dropped Ruth to the ground and stepped back. Beating a helpless woman might have been fun, but humiliating her son would be even better.
Tyler helped Ruth back into her wheelchair. “Go inside, Mom. I’ve got this.”
She hesitated. “Tyler, don’t fight. Please. You already have a record. If something happens…”
“I’m not going to prison,” he said softly. “And you’re not living in fear anymore.”
Ruth stared at him, then nodded and wheeled herself inside.
Outside, Huxley spat. “That’s enough drama. Time to break you like we broke your mom.”
He sent one of his men charging at Tyler.
Tyler moved like lightning. One sidestep. One strike. The thug hit the ground, out cold.
The others hesitated—but only for a moment.
“Get him!” Huxley roared.
Five more came at once, fists and feet flying.
But Tyler had trained in hell.
He weaved between their attacks like water, each movement precise, each counter a thunderclap.
Bam! Thud! Pom!
Within seconds, all five were writhing on the ground.
Huxley stared, stunned. This wasn’t some lucky fluke.
Tyler could fight.
In fear and anger, Huxley shouted to Tyler.
"It seems you learned a few tricks. Good for you.”
“But you're still a pathetic sht. Your girlfriend is marrying to the Cooper. Loser!"
“Let her go.”
Tyler stood at the porch, his eyes locked on the man hurting his mother. His voice was quiet—but it carried weight.
“Touch her again and you won’t walk away.”
The thug turned, sizing him up. “And who the hell are you supposed to be?”
Ruth’s face drained of color.
“Tyler, no! Run! They're gangsters!”
The leader sneered.
“So you’re Tyler Grant? Good timing. The Coopers say you still owe them one and a half million.”
Tyler’s expression didn’t change. His voice turned to steel.
“You’re not getting a cent. And you’re not laying another finger on my family.”
Laughter erupted among the gang.
“Boy, I’m Huxley. The Hux gang runs this block. You think some tough talk scares me?”
“I don’t care who you are,” Tyler replied coldly. “You’re a thg picking on a crippled woman. And that ends today.”
Huxley’s smirk twitched. He dropped Ruth to the ground and stepped back. Beating a helpless woman might have been fun, but humiliating her son would be even better.
Tyler helped Ruth back into her wheelchair. “Go inside, Mom. I’ve got this.”
She hesitated. “Tyler, don’t fight. Please. You already have a record. If something happens…”
“I’m not going to prison,” he said softly. “And you’re not living in fear anymore.”
Ruth stared at him, then nodded and wheeled herself inside.
Outside, Huxley spat. “That’s enough drama. Time to break you like we broke your mom.”
He sent one of his men charging at Tyler.
Tyler moved like lightning. One sidestep. One strike. The thug hit the ground, out cold.
The others hesitated—but only for a moment.
“Get him!” Huxley roared.
Five more came at once, fists and feet flying.
But Tyler had trained in hell.
He weaved between their attacks like water, each movement precise, each counter a thunderclap.
Bam! Thud! Pom!
Within seconds, all five were writhing on the ground.
Huxley stared, stunned. This wasn’t some lucky fluke.
Tyler could fight.
In fear and anger, Huxley shouted to Tyler.
"It seems you learned a few tricks. Good for you.”
“But you're still a pathetic sht. Your girlfriend is marrying to the Cooper. Loser!"
