Layla’s POV
Life was different now. I was not at the club. I was with my dad. But I was not comfortable.
My father changed. When we were at the club, he was nice. He was kind. He was my friend. Now, he was cold. It was like he was acting at the club. Now, the act was over. This was the real him.
I remembered yesterday. We got off the bus. We were not in Oregon.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Arizona," he said. He did not look at me.
"Arizona? You said Oregon. Trees. Clean air."
"Plans change," he said. His voice was short. "Your stupid boyfriend knew about Oregon. He is smart. We must be safe."
That was the first red flag. How did Jax know about Oregon? My dad said the club office was bugged. Did Jax hear our plan? Maybe. But my dad's anger felt... wrong.
We took a taxi to a house. It
