Edge POV
The door to Church shut behind Domingo.
Leaving two of his men behind.
Neither looked nearly as confident as they had at the mall.
Smart.
I sat at the head of the table.
Chain was on one side of me. Train on the other.
The two Diablo Tres men stood near the wall with brothers behind them.
Chain broke the silence first.
“I want the one who touched Timber.”
Train leaned forward.
“And I want the motherfucker who cornered Brielle.”
Couldn't blame either one.
If some asshole had wrapped his hand around Princess's wrist hard enough to leave marks, I'd want blood.
If somebody had repeatedly blocked Baby Girl from walking away after she'd told him no?
Same damn thing.
But I wasn't only a father in this room.
I was Prez.
“What does Timber want?” I asked Chain.
His brows
