CHAPTER HUNDRED SIXTY EIGHT

Tyler’s POV

I spat it out immediately the liquid touched my tongue, and the Scotch I drank suddenly tasted sour and bitter in my mouth. The last time I felt like this, so tensed and burdened was on the night Liam had killed Roseline. I hadn’t been able to sleep a wink, it had been pure torture that night and I felt the same way now, but why? That was the question, why did I feel this way all of a sudden? It wasn’t just guilt, it was a feeling of impending doom, an omen, yes, that was it, an omen. And something told me deep within that I wasn’t ready for what was coming and that was what frightened me more.

I sat on the edge of the bed and while I was lost in deep thoughts, two arms circled my body and held me close. I felt her warm breasts pressing against my back as she leaned in and kissed my neck, it was Lina, my wife. We got married about eight months ago and things were moving pretty smoothly between both of us. She was an absolute gem, endowed with a voluptuous figure that c