Edge's POV
1:32 p.m. — Mexico, Hospital
I stood outside Ava's room, staring through the glass.
My daughter was lying in a hospital bed with a machine breathing for her.
Twenty-eight years old.
My little girl.
And some bastard had nearly killed her right in front of me.
“Prez?”
I turned.
Iron stood beside me.
“Rafa called. Mexican authorities are questioning the man who attacked her.”
“Did he give them a name?”
“Not yet.”
I clenched my jaw.
“Then they're not asking the right questions.”
“Edge.”
I looked at him.
“Don't.”
Iron held my gaze.
“I'm pissed too. But Ava needs us here.”
I turned toward the window.
Tootsie was sitting beside Ava, watching the monitors.
She hadn't left her since the ambulance arrived.
Blaze was on the other side, holding Ava's hand.
“She's su
