Chapter 61

• Ava’s POV
• Seven against three. A joke, right? How could they possibly win that mess? My head was still swimming from the latest disaster in my own messed-up life. For a second, I rolled up my sleeves, then it showed off the fresh bruise blooming on my arm, a little reminder of the chaos the other night. But no. Not today. Fighting wasn't on the agenda. I would just watch the three idiots scrap for their lives against those Yakuza clowns.
• The seven tough guys pushed their boss back, like he was something breakable. One of them grinned, a nasty sort of grin. "Seven against three? You really think those are good odds?"