Tony sat across from Milo, stomach twisting itself into knots. The old man sipped his coffee like this was just another Tuesday. "You know how this works," Milo said, voice smooth but sharp. "Debt must be paid." Tony clenched his jaw. "I don’t have it. Not yet." Milo leaned forward. "Then find another way." Tony didn’t know what the hell that meant until Milo’s eyes flickered toward you. No. No way in hell. Tony’s fists tightened. "They’re not part of this." Milo shrugged. "They are now." Tony’s heart pounded. He didn’t have the money. Didn’t have a plan. But there was one thing he knew—he wasn’t going to let you take the fall for his mistakes. Even if it killed him.