Ava's POV
Sunday had been interesting.
Apparently, Morgan and Ezra decided Ma needed to know exactly what happened at the Razor Riders party.
Not by calling her.
That would've been too easy.
Those assholes sent her a video.
I didn't even know one existed until my phone rang Sunday morning.
“Ava.”
One word.
That was all Ma had to say.
I closed my eyes.
“Good morning, Ma.”
“Church.”
“What?”
“You. Me. Church.”
I sat up in bed.
Beside me, Blaze opened one eye.
“Why?”
“I saw the video.”
My eyes narrowed.
“What video?”
“The one Morgan and Ezra sent me.”
Those motherfuckers.
Blaze started laughing before I even hung up.
I pointed at him.
“Don't.”
“What'd you do, Darlin’?”
“You were there!”
“Yeah, but apparently Ma saw something that made her think you needed Jesus.”
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