Blaze POV
Holding onto my ol’ lady as we ate, I knew getting her ass out of that club earlier had been the right f*****g call.
Because if I had stood there another five f*****g minutes listening to people talk about how invisible Ava had been growing up, I sure as s**t would’ve thrown a punch.
And the f****d-up part?
It probably would’ve been at my Prez.
Her f*****g father.
I respected Edge. The man had been my Prez for years. I trusted his ass with my f*****g life.
But hearing his daughter calmly explain how the entire f*****g club had forgotten her?
That s**t was hard to swallow.
Especially because Ava didn’t f*****g cry.
Didn’t yell.
Didn’t throw s**t.
Nothing.
Her ass just stood there and spoke like she was explaining the f*****g weather.
Ava could shut her emotions off l
