Sunday — 11:26 a.m. — Razor Riders Clubhouse, South Carolina
Ava's POV
“Tell me something, Morgan.”
He glanced up from the paperwork spread across Dad's desk.
“What?”
“Did that FBI agent wake up this morning and decide to be an asshole, or does it come naturally?”
Morgan burst out laughing.
Blaze shook his head beside me.
“Darlin', I'm pretty sure it's natural.”
“I'm serious!”
“So am I.”
Dad stood near the window, still looking irritated.
“I don't give a damn what his problem is.
"He comes back treating my daughter like that, we'll have another conversation.”
“Dad, please don't threaten federal agents.”
“I didn't threaten anybody.”
“Yet,” Chain added.
Dad shot him a look.
Morgan leaned against the desk.
“Mercer's approach was unnecessary. Collins seemed more reasonable.
