Wren
“What happened?” Ray asks.
They give Brittany and Ezra a look, so Ray taps him.
“Go on,” Ezra says, finally pulling away from Brittany.
She giggles, then smiles at me. It’s a taunting smile, lips wide but eyes narrowed. I roll my eyes, turning to Torch and Lizzy.
Ezra glances at me, but I ignore him. “What is it?” He questions them, brow raised.
“We had a visitor,” Lizzy says.
“And he asked for Wren,” Torch adds, and Ezra tenses.
I frown. “Me?”
“Yes.” Lizzy nods. “Something about a debt owed. We tried to call, but you all weren’t picking up.”
Ray’s brows pull low. “What was his name?”
“Reggie. He said Tony, your dad, borrowed some money, and he promised Wren as collateral.”
My jaw drops.
Ray swears, pinching the bridge of his nose while Ezra’s face hardens. “What the f**
