Tyler’s P.O.V.
I frowned, looking at the older lady standing in front of my door, holding a box in her hands while I had a gun pressed against my back. I didn’t know which games thugs played nowadays, but letting an older lady do their nasty jobs for them, seemed a bit too far-fetched. So I hoped to the Moon Goddess, that this older woman was just nothing more than that, a little old lady who meant us no harm. I had already done a lot of shitty things in the last couple of months, but hurting an elderly person was not on top of my to-do list.
“Hello, does Amber live here?” She asked me, her eyes, which were shielded by a pair of thick glasses, looking directly at me. I frowned, as I turned around to look at Amber.
Does Amber live here?
What the hell happened while I was out?
I told h
