Kidnapped and running with the bad boys

Chapter 2

Tyler's POV

The knock on my door rattled the frame.

"Tyler! Get up! We're leaving for school!" Jake shouted from the hallway.

"Ugh, I'm awake," I groaned.

Diego's dramatic voice carried from the landing.
"You're lying... I can hear your soul still sleeping."

As I rolled my eyes at his comment I quickly went to the door locking it. I'd learn the hard way that Diego genuinely doesn't believe in privacy with us.

The shower hit like a wall of heat. Steam curled around the tiles. Yesterday's warehouse raid had left my back and arms sore, but nothing that would stop me. Nothing that mattered.

I walked into my room with a towel wrapped around my waist and went to grab an outfit. I slid on my white Calvin Klein briefs first. Then a pair of black jeans with a crisp white shirt. I finished my look with a black jacket, white AF1's and a silver chain on my neck.  I sprayed my aftershave called 'diamonds' (for men ofc) by Georgio Armani. Finally I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.

Downstairs, the mansion was buzzing. Coffee and leftover pizza mixed with the faint smell of cologne.

"We're leaving!" I called.

Diego slid down the railing like a Broadway performer.
"Ahhh, the tragic hero emerges! First day at school, citizens! Diego Delgado survives... mostly. Possibly. Maybe. Survival is subjective."

"You'll get slapped if you're extra today," I muttered.

"A slap?? Harsh. I was warming up for interpretive dance later," he said, grinning.

Mikey rolled his eyes. "You survived yesterday. Barely."

"Barely is subjective," Diego replied. "And technically, I saved us from boredom, which is also life-threatening." We all groaned in annoyance as we left the house.

"Squeeze your fat asses into the back boys" I said as I hopped into the drivers seat.

We piled into the matte-black Range Rover. I drove, Marco rode shotgun, Mikey, Diego, Jake, and Daniel crammed into the middle, Aiden and Jacob in the back.

Diego immediately sprawled across the middle seat. "Front row to my own comedy show. You're welcome, tickets free."

"Move," Jacob said, shoving him off.

At the petrol station, I grabbed smokes and snacks. Back in the car, I lit a cigarette and handed the pack to Marco, who passed it around.

Diego leaned back, smirking. "Processed carbs and adrenaline. Breakfast of champions... and emotionally unavailable men."

"You risked your life yesterday, now you complain about carbs?" Jake teased.

"Details pending. Thrill factor high. And for the record, calories don't count if you look like this." He flexed. Mikey groaned.

We pulled into a spot at school and got out. Cigarettes flicked away. I locked the car, and we headed inside.

The corridors were crowded with first-day chaos. Students buzzed, lockers slammed, and whispers followed us. People moved aside automatically — not because we were famous, but because there was something familiar about us. Even Amy noticed, though she didn't know why.

At our lockers, after Jake gave us our combinations we discreetly placed our spare guns inside and pulled out small backup ones, securing them on ourselves.

"Oh tyyyy" a squeaky voice said making me cringe.

I slammed my locker shut loudly cause to be honest I was not in the mood to hear Francesca's voice. Honestly, go out with the girls for a few weeks and she's obsessed with me.