"You should have listened to your mother, Isla."
The deep, controlled voice sent a sharp chill through Isla’s spine.
Lucas stood beside her, his body tense with quiet rage, his green eyes locked onto her phone like he could tear the caller apart through sheer will alone.
"Who is this?" Isla demanded, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.
A soft chuckle. "Now, that would ruin the fun, wouldn’t it?"
Lucas grabbed the phone from her hand and growled, "Listen to me, you son of a b***h—"
"Careful, Reyes. You wouldn’t want to make this personal."
Lucas’s jaw clenched. "It already is."
The voice hummed in amusement. "Then let’s make it interesting. I’ll be seeing you both very soon."
And just like that—the line went dead.
For a long moment, Isla and Lucas stood in silenc
