Brax's pov
My phone blared through the heavy night air, and I grabbed it immediately, seeing the caller ID: one of my father’s men. I stepped away from Willow, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Yeah?” I answered, my voice sharp and tense.
“boss,” the voice crackled on the other end. “He got away. The man you were handling—he escaped without paying up.”
A cold wave of panic surged through me. This was bad—very bad. If my father found out, there would be hell to pay for everyone involved. My hands shook slightly as I held the phone closer.
“Put a tracker on him. I’ll be there soon,” I ordered, trying to keep the dread from creeping into my tone. I hung up swiftly and turned back to Willow, who was watching me with those wide, anxious eyes.
"Is everything okay?" Willow asked, her voice
