Blaze’s POV
I stared at Pike.
The bastard smiled.
Not big.
Not cocky.
Just enough.
Enough to tell me Morgan's words didn't surprise him.
I lowered the phone.
“Why are you smiling?”
Pike's mouth flattened.
“I wasn't.”
“You f*****g were.”
Edge moved beside me.
“What did Morgan say?”
I didn't take my eyes off Pike.
“The sedan was outside the lodging tonight.”
Every bit of noise in the room died.
Train's face hardened.
Chain stopped beside Pike.
Domingo straightened away from the bar.
Edge's voice dropped.
“Watching the team?”
“No.”
I looked at him.
“Ava.”
Something changed in my Prez.
Not loud.
Not explosive.
Worse.
He turned toward Pike.
“You knew.”
“No.”
“You f*****g knew.”
Pike backed up.
“I don't know anything about Mexico.”
I grabbed the front of his sh
