Page 18 of Draco's Fire

"How about some alcohol?" Gil spoke up, trying to calm the air. For the past twenty minutes, he’d just sat listening to the other Shayla and Tyson fight. "I could order in lunch. There's a nice Chinese place around the corner."

"Better yet, leave." Tyson barked back, looking at Gil."You're of no help here, and get your feet off my couch."

"Hey." Gil frowned, dropping his feet onto the floor, "I helped." He pointed towards the apartment layout Shayla had put down."I marked all the exits."

Shayla scowled. She was still upset he wrote on her map. He had doodled over the paper when she went to the restroom. She learned not to make that mistake twice."Your fucking drew on my outlines."

"I was helping." Gil smiled, walking out of the living room into the kitchen. "I'm being as helpful as I can, which I can't say this guy is doing." Gil pointed his thumb towards Tyson. "Now, how about I order lunch?" Tyson threw his arms out, leaning back into his couch. He sighed heavily, looking as if he wanted to give up.

For the past hour they were all sitting in the living room, going over security ideas for Tyson's apartment. When Shayla first asked to come over and look over things, she told Tyson she was coming over to look at a few doors. It was a simple lie to get herself into his place.

Instead, she came out with five bodyguards and told each where to stand. Gil then showed up out of nowhere and decided to help. Tyson had been fuming since. He was acting like someone shit in his cheerios since Shayla first walked in, which only made her job three times harder.

"I told you guys, I'm perfectly fine," Tyson growled, growing frustrated. "I don't need all of these people in my home."

Shayla flipped the paper over, redrawing out the outline of his apartment, "I have direct orders to keep you safe, and those orders go above whatever comes out of your mouth. Now, you said that you had three places to enter the apartment, correct?"

Tyson narrowed his eyes on her. "I'm fine. I don't need people walking around my house. I also don't need people following me when I'm at work or leave my house." Tyson glared at Shayla. "You're taking away all my freedom."

"I'm protecting you. It isn't like this is forever."

"No, just until I kill myself because you drive me nuts."

Shayla dropped her jaw, insulted. Gil walked back into the living room, holding his phone out. "Need we remind you. You had a psychopath in your house that tried to stab you."

Shayla wondered how Gil knew about that but figured Tyson told him. Tyson rubbed his eyes. "Alright, so I'll admit that having a random lunatic in my home worried me a little. But it isn't enough to make me agree to give away my freedom."

"Think of it as keeping me from losing another friend." Gil stopped a few feet away from him.

Tyson sighed once more, "Fine, and how exactly do you want to go about this?" He looked at Shayla, who had finished drawing out the apartment.

"We will post two people at the front door. Two people on your balcony."

Tyson shook his head, "There is no point in putting two people there."

Shayla crossed her arms, "You never know how someone could get in. You think people don't climb up the side of buildings?"

Tyson raised an eyebrow, "Are you telling me that this someone is going to climb up the side of a building made of glass?"

Shayla clenched her jaw, "Fine. We will post two people at the front and two people at the back entrance of your apartment."

"Sounds good," Gil spoke up, dialing a number. Tyson looked at him confused, "What are you doing?"

"Ordering food."

"That's not the best idea." Shayla said, "We shouldn't be bringing attention to his place."

"I'll put it under my name."

Shayla rubbed her eyes, "Gil, let's not order food."

"But I'm hungry."

"Then fucking go home." Tyson barked.

"Don't be such a grump." Gil reseated himself on the couch. "So, where were we?"

"There's more?" Tyson frowned, looking at Shayla, "Are four people not enough?"

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