Layla’s POV
The thin mattress felt like a slab of stone. I wasn’t sleeping. I was staring at the water-stained ceiling of the trailer, my mind running in sick, dizzy circles.
Jax was outside, talking war with his men. Planning more hits, more violence. He’d gotten us out of jail by committing another crime. It was one evil paying off another, a snake eating its own tail. I understood it—the survival, the brutal logic of his world—but my stomach wouldn’t stop churning. Where did it end? Was my whole life just going to be a chain of dangerous men and bloody solutions?
The trailer door banged open, followed by a burst of high, giggling laughter.
Chloe stumbled into the small bedroom, her hair messy, her shirt buttoned wrong. She had her arm linked through that of a Reaper I barely knew—a
