Layla’s POV
It was a Friday night. “The Last Call” was busy. Every table taken. The noise was loud. Music, laughter, glasses clinking. I was happy. Business was good. Chloe went out an hour ago. She went to get more supplies. More beer, more whiskey. We were selling fast.
Rico and Spider were here. They were my guards. Jax’s men. They sat at a small table near the door. They played cards. They watched the room. They kept me safe. I served drinks. I smiled at customers. I took money. My feet hurt, but my heart was light. Then the door opened. A man walked in.
Colt.
I knew his name because he came here before. Last week. He was handsome. Tall, dark hair, nice smile. But his eyes were… tricky. Last time, he said things. Not nice things. He asked about Jax. He asked about the club. He was
