Author's pov.

Calix muttered a curse as the ringing of his phone shifted his attention.

Anger tugged at his chest as he grabbed his shoulder painfully before flipping his arm to fix his dislocated shoulder.

Stifling a groan, he released a sigh before picking up the call.

“Boss.” His rough voice said.

“You incompetent fool!” The man at the other end lashed out at him. His accented tone was a mix of anger, disappointment, and impatience.

“I would have knocked your teeth off if you were close to me. How dare you lose the girl?!”

“But boss, you didn't assign the job to me.” He tried to defend himself as...