Brax's POV
I leaned against the doorway, my eyes following Willow as she and Nat disappeared into the kitchen. The soft hum of party chatter filled the air, the familiar bubbling of laughter masking the undercurrents of tension that seemed inseparable from my life. My mind churned, grappling with looming worries and unresolved questions.
Dillon nudged me, drawing my attention back to the present. I motioned for him to step closer, leaning in to speak over the ambient noise. “I need you to do me a favour,” I said, my voice low but firm.
Dillon straightened up, his eyes sharpening with interest. “Of course, anything, man. What’s up?”
I took a deep breath, steadying myself before I spoke again. “I need you to have a man on Willow at all times. Today, I found her talking with a cop, and I’
