CHAPTER 61
Ava’s POV
My heartbeat refused to slow even after Mercer stopped laughing.
It had been a trap.
Not the search warrant. Not the questions.
The insult had only been a trick.
He had deliberately crossed a line, knowing Cain would react. He wanted to see whether the calm, respectable owner of the Pit was truly the man the town feared. Worse, he had wanted to see how the rest of the club would respond if their leader was provoked.
And we had given him exactly what he wanted.
There was an immediate united front. The knives and guns didn’t seem to come as a surprise to Mercer.
I looked from Mercer to Cain, my pulse hammering inside my ears. Cain’s fist was still clenched around the front of Mercer’s shirt, his knuckles white with restrained fury. Every muscle in his arm look
