Edge's POV
8:57 a.m. — In Flight
I stared at Trident.
“Your women?”
He nodded.
“Yeah, Prez. You think we're flying all the way to Mexico and leaving their asses behind?”
Iron leaned forward.
“f**k no. They're coming home with us.”
Blaze looked between them.
“Then why the hell didn't you say something before we boarded?”
Trident shrugged.
“Figured you two had enough s**t on your minds.”
I rubbed my jaw.
“Fair enough.”
Their women were caught up in the same dangerous mess as Ava.
I wasn't about to leave anyone behind.
“Are they at the same facility?”
“Last we heard,” Iron answered.
“Then get them on the phone. Make sure they're ready when we arrive.”
Trident pulled out his phone.
“Already on it.”
I looked toward Blaze.
“Looks like we're bringing more than one stubborn
