Layla’s POV
The brass key felt heavy and alive in my hand. The Last Call. Jax had given it to me, just like he promised. But the way he’d done it… the cold look in his eyes, the step back when I tried to hug him… it was a splinter in my heart, right in the middle of my happiness.
Later that same day, Grizz approached me. “Boss says you can go see it. Get a lay of the land. I’m sending Rico and Bullseye with you. They drive, they stay with you, they watch the doors. You don’t go anywhere without them. Understood?”
It wasn’t a question. It was an order from Jax, passed down through Grizz. So, an hour later, Chloe and I were in the back of a club truck with Rico driving and Bullseye riding shotgun, a rifle visible between the seats. My two silent shadows, now upgraded to chauffeurs and bo
