Edge's POV
“Edge!”
I looked up.
Mateo stood across the yard with a soccer ball tucked under one arm.
He pointed at me.
“You're on my team.”
Ava immediately started laughing.
“Oh, Dad. You're screwed.”
Mateo frowned at his Tia.
“No, he's not. I'm good.”
Ava pressed her lips together.
“My mistake.”
He nodded.
“It was.”
Jesus Christ.
Domingo stood beside me, watching his son.
“He gets that s**t from you.”
“Probably.”
“At least you admit it.”
Mateo pointed again.
“Edge!”
“I'm coming.”
“Now.”
Ava groaned.
“Mateo.”
“What?”
“Ask. Don't order.”
He sighed like she'd just made his life incredibly difficult.
“Edge, will you please come play soccer?”
“Yeah.”
Mateo looked at Ava.
“See?”
“Much better.”
He took off.
Domingo shook his head.
“He listens to you more than m
