Wednesday — 6:32 p.m. — Razor Riders Compound, South Carolina
Ava's POV
By the time Ma finished arranging the food, half the clubhouse smelled like heaven.
There were enchiladas, tamales, rice, beans, grilled chicken, fresh tortillas, and enough desserts to make my stomach growl.
I stared at the tables.
“Papi…”
Ramiro smiled.
“Sí, mija?”
“Did you bring the entire restaurant?”
“Your Ma said you needed proper food.”
“I've been eating!”
Ma snorted.
“Hospital food does not count.”
“I've been home since last night!”
“And already causing trouble.”
“Technically, the trouble came looking for me.”
She gave me a look.
I shut my mouth.
Xavier approached carrying another tray.
“There's more in the truck.”
I blinked.
“More?”
He nodded.
“Ma said we weren't showing up empty-handed.
