Ava's POV
Wednesday — 12:07 a.m. — Razor Riders Compound, South Carolina
The moment Blaze guided me through the clubhouse doors, I stopped.
“Holy crap.”
The clubhouse was packed.
Brothers crowded the bar while the women gathered near the couches.
I glanced up at Blaze.
“Did somebody forget to tell everyone it's after midnight?”
He chuckled.
“Darlin', they've been waiting for you.”
“Well, somebody should've warned me. I would've brushed my hair.”
“You look beautiful.”
I snorted.
“I'm wearing sweats, my hair looks like a bird built a nest in it.
"And I'm pretty sure I have pillow marks on my face.”
“Still beautiful.”
I smiled.
“You're biased.”
“Damn right.”
Dad stepped inside behind us, Mom tucked against his side.
“Alright, everybody. Give my daughter some room.”
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