Jax’s POV
It was two days after I heard their plan on the trash bin bug. I was in my room, trying to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come. I had men watching them, but I told them to keep their distance. I wanted to see the play. I was a fool.
The door to my room crashed open. No knock. Grizz stood there, breathing hard like he'd run a mile. Chloe was right behind him, her face white as a sheet, mascara running.
"Boss," Grizz gasped. "They're gone."
I sat up, my heart stopping. "Who's gone?"
"Layla. And Frank," Chloe choked out, crying. "I went to her room this morning. Bed's empty. Closet's half-empty. Her dad's room too. Their things… gone. The old truck by the south gate is missing."
The world tilted. I felt the blood drain from my face. "The south gate? Who was on watch?"
"Rook. He s
