Ava's POV
Titan won.
Barely.
Rock held his own long enough that half the clubhouse lost money.
While the other half immediately demanded a rematch.
I stood against Blaze, watching grown men argue over arm wrestling like someone's life depended on it.
“You caused this,” Bella said.
I looked at her. “How?”
“You invited professional fighters to a biker party.”
“You came willingly.”
“I didn't know what I was walking into.”
Connor wrapped an arm around his wife.
“I did.”
Bella looked up at him.
“That doesn't make you smarter.”
The clubhouse door opened again.
I glanced over and groaned.
“Oh, come on.”
Ezra walked through with Morgan beside him.
Behind them came several more people from the gym.
Fighters.
Trainers.
And at least three men I knew damn well half the clubhous
