Layla’s POV
The old gas station smelled like gasoline and dust. I stood by my car, arms crossed, watching Colt lean against his fancy vehicle with that stupid smile on his face. He thought he was clever. He thought he had me.
"You said you had something about Jax," I said. My voice was cold. "Where is it?"
Colt pushed off his car and walked toward me slow. "I had to see you, Layla. You've been ignoring me for weeks. Deleting my messages. Not answering my calls. That's not fair."
"Fair?" I almost laughed. "You blackmailed me into meeting you, and you're talking about fair?"
He held up his hands like he was innocent. "I didn't blackmail you. I just said I had something about Jax. Which I do. I have plenty of things about Jax. Like how he's been sneaking around with some woman named Lac
