Layla’s POV
Two days passed. Things went back to normal. Or what felt like normal.
Jax came home late that first night after we’d talked our hearts out. He looked tired. Dirty. He said the run went long. I didn't ask more. I was just glad he was alive.
But something changed in me.
I thought about what I almost did. What I almost confessed. And I realized something.
Jax was handsome. So handsome. Powerful. He had money, respect, a whole club of men who would die for him. Women looked at him everywhere we went. At the bar, on the street, even at the gas station. They stared. They smiled. They wanted him.
And here I was. Just Layla. The girl whose dad sold her. The girl with no family, no money, no real power.
How could I keep him?
The thought ate at me. If I confessed about Colt, Jax
