Michael was fast asleep, and Alex needed him to stay that way for at least another hour. He had somewhere to be—specifically, a visit to Idris. And the less Michael knew about it, the better.
In under twenty minutes, Alex had showered, dressed, and slipped out of the house without a sound, leaving Michael undisturbed. As he stepped outside and made his way to the car, he dialed Jaxon.
“Hey, boss,” he said, fastening his seatbelt with a click.
“Alex, talk to me,” Jaxon replied on the other end.
“I’m heading to that bastard’s bar. Idris,” Alex said through gritted teeth as he started the engine.
“Idris? I thought we were choosing to let him be—for Isla’s sake,” Jaxon responded calmly.
Alex shook his head. “This is different now. He crossed a line with Michael. I’m not letting that slide.”
“What exactly do you plan on doing when you get there?” Jaxon asked, still composed.