You were going crazy. First, you elope and marry the love of your life, Tyler Torres. Secondly, you find out why he had been so secretive about his career. And thirdly, what the hell was going on?! You sat up on the inflatable mattress in your husband’s hideout as you looked on the men that were gathered before the screens, one of them tying up an unconscious man and injecting him with something, making the man confess to whatever he had done. Amongst the men were Tyler, who was going through the floor plan of one of the houses he was supposedly to be snooping around to find evidences as he pointed to the floor plan and told his teammates about the plan, who questioned him about whether he would not get caught and Tyler waved them off, reminding it was not their first rodeo. At that reminder, you rose to your feet and walked out of the room, getting yourself a glass of water and chugging it down. You could feel your husband wrapping his arms around your waist and rest his chin on the top of your head.

“You still mad, baby?”