Tyron was in the normal office that he was used to seeing. His therapist was sitting across from him shaking her head. While Tyron looked better than ever going to the gym and looking healthy she didn't like how strange things were happening all over again in LA. "I don't like this. It's too weird." She commented to herself. Tyron just looked confused, He was eating right, working out more, he has even got make into making music, he was still ways away from putting songs out but he was back into the studio which was good for him. He had felt better than he ever felt in his life.
He thinks about all the good things that he was doing his mind would go back to him thinking maybe it was the kidney that he got put in. Or maybe it was the fact he focuses a lot of his attention on the Tarantino family, or really all types of mob families at this point. Really he was like a mad vigilante at this point. If batman used guns and have zero fucks killing people Tyron could have played him since he was kind of doing it anyway. "I mean Doc I think I don't have to come back to these things again." "You almost stabbed a guy in a gym?" "Almost being the keyword. I didn't hurt him too badly and we were sparring and he got a little rough. I'm well within my rights to protect myself and make sure nothing goes too far. I did that."
Becky sighed she could tell that he was hiding something but what she didn't know, "what happened to your friend? did you guys have a fight?" "I don't know. I'm not the type of guy to keep tabs on her she is a big girl, and she could do what she wanted. I don't even know how to explain the relationship we had but fuck buddies seem to shallow and girlfriend seem more than what it really was. Friends with Benefits I guess?" He told her. At this point, people thought that Tyron had something to do with her not being around but he was very front coming about what happened the last time he saw her and most just assumed it had more to do with family issues than foul play. Even her family agreed that they didn't believe Tyron was involved with Nina leaving and it had more to do with her brother, Benito.
"Have you talked to her family?" Becky asked Tyron. He shook his head "not recently I haven't even met her father or mother so I don't think I'm going to just show up now to try and strike up a conversation." The last time he talked to her family was when he shot her uncle in his house and that was months ago. He did get a letter saying that "He now had their attention," and since then he just been grinding these mob bosses and crime lords for a while. It was hard at first, getting his ass beat and plenty of times brushed with death but somehow it just got easier. The more he fought at night and in crowds he started to get himself off drugs altogether. He started going to MMA training, gun ranges and learning about meditation. Were their attacks in broad daylight? Sure at first, but that died off much like the people that attacked him.
The underground panicked. Hits were supposed to draw as little attention as possible, even in this day in age with cell phones and cameras everywhere when things needed to be hushed jobs came in to easily get people killed with only speculation to follow. That was why everyone at first was not a believer in the Unkillable, what they called Tyron. His actions were reckless, his methods were sloppy. They thought this would be over quickly but a month went by, two months came and gone. Three months in and now they were being hunted they were getting whacked off and it wasn't even close. One thought that maybe Tyron was getting better cause he was getting used to all of this. That this is just a game to him. "How did one man take out a compound, what is he, black Jesus?" "more like Black Satan, we have some video of him gunning down most of the crew that was there and then getting names and numbers and giving it out to the feds." "So he is snitching then?" "Well, he only gives the names to the runners. He takes out all the young recruits and it leaves us looking for more help," "Which tips the cops off that we have a gang and need the runners. Young kids are easy targets for them to interrogate and get what they need. So we either get jammed up by the cops or this fucker kills us off." "Jesus Christ," someone said in the back, Tyron had indeed been taking a bite out of crime. Killing it too Tarantino family still had connections to the streets but Tyron was no stranger to it, he had his own gang-related connections that he used very well and slipping info to the cops meant that they would just let certain things slip by. It also helped that he knew a few shady cops that loved getting drug bust without having to lift a finger.
"I still don't like this," Becky said, "but I can't say that you are in a better space now than before." "Thank you, you see if it makes your patient happy and no one is getting hurt what is the harm?" Tyron said with a smile "So this is the last therapy session right?" "I guess so, can I have one last hug?" "Don't push it, a handshake is plenty" Tyron stood up and shook her hand before she came in and gave him a quick hug which annoyed him but showed that he was still the same person to her. "Take care of yourself Tyron okay, you earned the right to be happy." "Okay, thank you becky." Tyron said before walking out.