Layla’s POV
The men took me. They were big. They had a black car. They said they could take me to Jax. Jax was looking for me.
I was happy. I wanted to see Jax. I was wrong about my father. I wanted to say sorry.
But it was a lie.
They took me to a place. An underground bar. It was called The Snake Pit. A man named Vince owned it. He was big and mean.
They told Jax to bring money. Millions of dollars. Then he could have me back.
But until then, I had to work.
“You are pretty,” Vince said. “Men like pretty. You will dance. On the pole. You will make men throw money at you.”
I said no.
He hit me. “You dance. Or you get hurt worse.”
So I danced.
I wore small dresses. They were shiny. I climbed the pole. I moved. The music was loud. Men watched me. They yelled. They threw dollar bi
