Ava
“Your asses want a beer?” Trident questioned.
I looked at the group.
“We can drink a beer,” Morgan spoke up.
“Prospect, a round of beers,” Dad called out.
“So, what’d the fucker do to you anyway?” Ezra questioned.
“b***h move. Sent me flying down the stairs with my back turned to him.”
Ezra gritted his teeth, giving a slow nod.
“I find him…”
Ezra left the rest hanging in the air.
I couldn't help but laugh.
Yeah. That sounded about right for my big brother.
Before Ezra started planning a damn murder, I figured I should make some introductions.
“This is Trident and Iron.”
The two stepped forward. Iron especially seemed interested in Tootsie.
Oh, I saw that s**t.
“This is Josie,” I continued, gesturing toward her. “As well, this is Chain and Train.”
“So, when did you meet
