Jax’s POV
The trailer was too small for this much anger. I could still feel the echo of it in the air, a low hum under the smell of dust and spilled lamp oil. Layla was in the bedroom, patching up her cheek. The scratch was superficial, but the betrayal behind it went deep.
Chloe. The "friend."
I found her in the main room of the trailer, sitting on a busted vinyl chair, pretending to examine a broken nail. Grizz was standing by the door, a silent, disapproving mountain. He’d put her here to cool off. The supply shed could wait.
She looked up as I approached, her eyes wide, ready with the tears again. “Jax, I’m so sorry, it was just a misunderst—”
“Be silent.”
The two words cut her off like a switch. My voice wasn’t loud. It was just final. Her mouth snapped shut.
I stood over her,
