Edge's POV
I watched my nephew disappear toward the parking lot.
“f*****g idiot.”
Vina looked at me.
“He didn't know what Sarah said.”
“He knew enough to track Ava to a nine-year-old's soccer game.”
“That's the part I'm talking about,” Blaze muttered.
Ava had already turned back toward the field.
Two Diablo Tres men remained close enough that I could see them.
My daughter had cartel security calling her Madrina.
Somehow that wasn't even the strangest part of my day.
Mateo's team won a few minutes later.
The kid came flying off the field sweaty, grass-stained and grinning.
“Tia! Did you see?”
Ava caught him.
“Both goals.”
“I told you I'd score!”
“You did.”
He looked at Blaze.
“Did you see?”
“Hell yeah, little man.”
“Papá said my second one was better.”
Ava gasped.
“Yo
