Willow's POV
The morning arrived, and the tension in my muscles reminded me of my mission. I stretched my sore limbs and glanced out the window. Steve’s house was a fortress from which I would extract his darkest secrets. I hadn't slept well, and my mind was filled with plans and counter plans. I needed to be careful. One wrong move could cost me everything.
Approaching the window cautiously, I peered outside to watch the routine unfold. My eyes followed Nat as she stepped out and got into her car. I was learning Steve's schedules, routines, and who came and went from the mansion. Nat drove away, unaware of the web I was weaving around her family. About an hour later, I saw Steve’s men show up. They were his enforcers, the ones who executed his orders without question. They lingered for
