Ava's POV
Iron lasted exactly three minutes.
“Somebody better start f*****g talking.”
I took another drink.
“No.”
He looked at Cloe.
“Cloe?”
She immediately pointed at me.
“I'm not getting involved.”
“Coward.”
“Survivor.”
Blaze laughed beside me.
Iron looked toward Dad.
“Prez?”
Dad took a drink of his beer.
“Already lived it once.”
Iron stared around the table.
“This is bullshit.”
“You'll survive,” I told him.
“Will I?”
“Probably.”
“Comforting.”
................
The clubhouse had settled back into its usual rhythm.
Music played from the speakers.
Brothers moved between tables and the bar. Someone had started a pool game in the back.
Normal.
Exactly what I wanted.
Until Dad's phone buzzed again.
Everyone looked at him.
Dad stared back at us.
“The f**k?”
Cl
