Layla’s POV
They came back after sunrise. The trucks rolled into the canyon, engines groaning, men silent and hollow-eyed. I saw Jax climb down from the lead truck. He had a bloody bandage wrapped around his upper arm and one right at his ankle, his face was streaked with dirt and soot, and he moved like every step hurt.
I didn’t care. The fury that had been simmering since Roxy’s outburst at the bar boiled over.
I marched right up to him in the middle of the yard, in front of everyone—Grizz, Spider, the prospects, everyone. Before he could say a word, I hauled back and smacked him across the face as hard as I could.
The sound was a sharp crack in the morning air.
His head snapped to the side. Two of the guards near him lunged forward, hands going to their weapons. Jax held up a hand
