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kill you." Bradley gro

ds of hell were on his tail, he threw his shirt over his shoulder onto Bradley. "Keep tha

adley snapped. "Last time I chec

ighed. "I'm Dean's twi

hot for nothing. You're not even Dean." Bradley remembered Dean's outrageously crazy twin. They'd met at Ty's bachelor party and also at h

u dickhead." Jean retorted

ny chance just escape from a mental institution? Or is it that yo

, ungrateful son-of-a-bitch behind him a dirty slap. "Why the fuck didn't y

h the car's audio speakers. They could also hear soft gurgling

t rogue and got shot by s

an wince. "Shh...sorry darling," Ty murmured soothingly. "Tell me he's okay Jean." Althoug

ly to the hospital." Jean said

out, the anxiety in

o mask the pain in hi

, buddy. Ho

ch but I'll live.

lief was audible. "What

nguage around the

onths." Ty retorted.

Ty. With the level it was coming from, I had

up?" Ty

y. I'd say t

e. "Why didn't

to put your l

it," Ty

nd those little angels buddy. I ha

ing everything under contr

ed. "He got me shot. So stupid." He added under his breath but Jean heard hi

made?" Ty sou

ley grunted. "No." He sa

" Ty c

ea

Take him home

hot. It has to be treated in a hospital.

king hard, trying to know who he is." Ty was certain that whoever Bradley was on to, was bound to know his identity soon

d me both..."

grunted in

rked, jumping a

so I can't come to your house now. I might lead them right to Bradley. Your house is the best place, Jean. I

Jean m

added, sounding hopeful and relieved. As a General Surgeon, Jean was a specialist trained to diagnose, treat

mself before those criminals e

enough to see that his white shirt was already soaked with blood. "Shit." He muttered with a frown. "All right, I'

contact you. Stay safe." With that, Ty h

gan to dial another number. He hated what