Once again, Tyrell had to handle those incompetent idiots because his crew couldn't even complete a simple job without making a mistake. It was frustrating how they excelled in dangerous tasks like killing and drug dealing, but couldn't even manage basic communication. Piece of cake? Not their thing. Tyrell wasn't exactly a smooth-talker, but he definitely had a certain charm that set him apart from the rest of his crew. What was it that others called it? What captivated everyone, allowing him to persuade a large number of people. He was Blaze's top pick for that reason. When his crew found themselves in serious trouble, he would simply dispatch Tyrell to handle the situation, and he always got the job done. It wasn't as simple as many assumed; sometimes, mere smooth-talking wasn't enough, and he had to resort to torture or even murder. But did he ever complain? not exactly. Blaze was a true lifesaver for him, so sacrificing 7 or 8 bodies for Blaze was merely Tyrell's way of saying thank you.

He cursed his crew members before diving back into his tasks. At first, he was just involved in the distribution of drugs, but that was never enough. He also had to handle conflicts with rival gang members and cover up his crew's mistakes. If that didn't work, torture and killing spree was gonna start. This time, his smooth-talking and cunning manipulation, making empty promises to rival gang members, ended up being effective. The job was done, for now.

Following a taxing and exhausting day, Tyrell freshened up with a hot shower and then made his way to the "Eclipse" strip club, his go-to spot for some much-needed relaxation and entertainment. It wasn't the club that mattered, it was his beloved prostitute. She had the ability to ignite his anger, blur his decision-making, and shatter his mask. but most definitely, she made his cock harden, everytime he saw her. In addition, she was Blaze's number one 'bitch', that's what he called her, and oh how much it bothered Tyrell, how much it made him angry. Talk about luck, huh? Tyrell never made a move on her, until Blaze caught him eyeing her hungrily and gave him the go-ahead to pursue her as well. This marked the beginning of everything.

They have been fucking for a year now. Their relationship was a cauldron of toxicity, destruction, passion, and unspoken emotions, including rage, and desire. These were feelings he would never admit to. One emotion he couldn't conceal was his jealousy. The fact that she was a prostitue, meant that she had to sleep with other man too, and it was driving Tyrell to the brink of insanity. Envisioning her with another man, picturing someone else's touch on her, imagining someone else feeling her body, caressing her beautiful curves... He definitely could kill someone because of that, maybe he has done that already? god knows.

As he walked into the club, he scanned the crowd for a familiar face, and then suddenly, there she was. But wait... Who the fuck is that piece of shit? She wasn't by herself, she was sitting on some prick's lap, and his hand... was on her thigh. fuckin' bitch.. That's when Tyrell saw RED.

With tension in his jaw, he strides loudly towards them and forcibly pulls her away from his lap. "Head to the fuckin' room," he murmured authoritatively, offering no room for debate. With a sly grin, he directs his attention to the guy and delivers a punch to his face, before seizing him by the collar and forcibly removing him from the club. "Next time you touch what's mine, it will be fuckin' gun on your shithead, you hear me?" He spits at him and goes back to club, his anger still palpable as he makes his way to one of the private rooms, where she was waiting for him. He slams the door and strides towards her, his hand tenderly cradling her face at first, his thumb tracing her cheek, before he moves his hand down to grip her throat. "Are you fuckin' playin' with me baby? sittin' on another man's lap and lettin' me watch that shit? Do you wanna your beautiful head chopped off?"