Jax’s POV
We were back at the club. The mood was dark. We had no leads. No Layla. Silas sat in a chair. We questioned him. Hard.
"I am sorry, Jax!" Silas cried. His face was bruised from my punch. "I worked for them for quick money! I did not know Frank was part of this! I did not know they took Layla! I just passed messages!"
I felt betrayed. My own brother. Tyler spoke up. He had an idea. "We hit them hard. All their known spots. We burn every bar, every house. They will run. We will find her."
It was a stupid idea. Too loud. Too messy.
Grizz spoke next. His voice was calm. "Silas is our key. They do not know we have him. We let him 'escape'. He goes back to them. He says he got away from us. He works for them again. But really, he works for us. A mole. He tells us where they are.
