Tyler Raydor lets himself into his boyfriend's apartment, glancing around, "Babe, you home?" He calls out, "Saw your car outside. Your precious baby is dirty. I saw mud on the tires."
Chase smirks as he walks from his bedroom in his navy boxer-briefs, "I know she does. I have to clean her up later." He goes to him, kissing his lips gently, "How are the kids?"
"They're great. Better than I expected, I should say."
"And your mom's new boyfriend?"
"I think he's moved in."
"Already?" Chase raises an eyebrow, "That's a bit fast."
"They've known each other for a few years now. It isn't unheard of."
"I guess not, but still. He has to be getting on your nerves."
"We had a talk last night. He has our best interests at heart and my mom deserves happiness." Tyler smiles, "They work together. He's a cop too. Mom outranks him."
"I'm sure she's thrilled." He nods, "So, hey, remember that guy you told me to handle?"
"What about him? Did you beat him up? Scare him senseless?" The younger man raises his eyebrows with a slight smirk.
"No." Chase picks up a chain and tosses it to him, "This is for you."
Tyler catches it and looks it over, "This is a casing." His eyes grow wide as he looks back to his boyfriend, "You sniped him out?"
"You told me to take care of him, so I took care of him."
"But this is a casing to a .50 caliber..." He shakes his head slowly, "I wanted you to rough him up and threaten him not to come around anymore, not kill the bastard!"
"Look, you told me to take care of him, in my line of work, this is the easiest way."
"Now there's going to be an investigation and they're going to hunt you down." Tyler runs his hands through his hair, "Oh my God." He begins to pace.
Chase folds his legs, watching his boyfriend, "What is it that you thought I did?"
"I thought you were in a gang...maybe helping some mafia." He shrugs, "I have no idea."
"Stop freaking out and I'll tell you what I do."
"Stop freaking out?" Tyler stops, glaring, "Stop freaking out?! You killed a man!"
"Many...Which the public doesn't need to know about. So quiet down."
"What do you do?" He demands.
"I'm a Sniper Assassin. A hitman, if you will. People pay me to handle things, so I do. I'm part of a brotherhood that gives me money and opportunities. You didn't complain before about my nice things, you had to know they came from some illegal source." Chase shrugs, "And it isn't like your guy didn't deserve it."
"Yeah, but this is my fault, Chase. This was my call."
"And I told you I would do anything in the world for you." He sighs, "I know it's a shock right now, but I think you'll understand when you have time to think about it. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to break up with me, but know that I'll never stop loving you."
Tyler stands upright more, swallowing, "I love you too...this is just..." He shakes his head a little, "You've taken a man's life, Chase. This isn't getting drunk at a bar, this is using your talents and taking someone out."
"You have those talents too. Better than I do, yet you won't join me."
"I never would and you never asked." He swallows, "I'll keep you safe as long as I can..."
"They won't find anything-"
"You don't know that."