Edge's POV
I watched Blaze's taillight disappear through the compound gates.
My daughter had come here smiling.
She'd been laughing, stealing food off her ol' man's plate and telling us about her birthday.
Then I'd opened my f*****g mouth.
“You gonna stand out here all night, Prez?”
Chain stood behind me, arms crossed.
“Mind your business.”
“Hard to do when you had that conversation in the middle of the clubhouse.”
I glared at him.
“Eleven years old, Edge.”
“I f*****g heard her.”
“Did you? Because you seemed more pissed that she never told you than you were about what your mother said.”
“She should've told me.”
“Why?”
I turned toward him.
“What the f**k do you mean, why?”
“Give me one reason that little girl would've thought telling you would change anything.”
I opened m
