He frowned at his phone, staring at the single text from her. Just two words: Thank you.
He didn’t know why, but it unsettled him. Something felt off.
Instead of replying, he looked away and focused on the fresh tire tracks in the dirt—the car that had just pulled away. Two of his men had gone to get her what she wanted.
Exiting the chat, he switched to his contacts and dialed a number. The line barely rang once before Damon picked up.
“Yes, boss.”
He got straight to the point. “Don’t leave that place unless she looks okay.”
From the passenger seat where he sat beside Leonardo, Damon frowned—until the meaning clicked. His eyes narrowed.
“Make sure she’s fine. Do I make myself clear?” Knight added sharply before Damon could respond.
Damon nodded, even though the call had already end
