Cruz:
The clubhouse was quiet, for once.
Knox and a few others were throwing darts, someone had a fight replay on mute, and I was at the bar, nursing a drink I didn’t even want. Not because I gave a s**t about it, but because sitting still gave me less time to think.
Less time to think about her.
Avery.
Two days of silence. Two days of staying away. I’d convinced myself it was the right call—let her cool off, let me think, let the fire settle before it burned us both down.
But the fire didn’t settle.
It smoldered.
And that silence? It wasn't peace.
It was punishment.
Ding.
I didn’t even look up. Probably some bullshit from the crew group chat or new information for a shipment. I took another drink. But something about the tone—it wasn’t the usual text alert. It was sharper. Fami
