Jax’s POV
The bikes stopped behind the old office. It was a broken building. No windows. Graffiti on the walls.
I got off my bike. I pulled out my gun. My men did the same.
We went inside fast. Quiet.
The room was dark. Smelled like dust and pee.
Then I saw her.
Layla was on one of the men’s shoulders running. Her eyes were closed. She had blood on her head. Two men stood near the other with Layla, following.
They saw us. They looked scared.
“Stop running, and drop your guns,” I said. My voice was low.
One man stopped running, and dropped his gun. The other did not. Layla suddenly woke up, picked something from his pocket and…
Grizz shot him. Fast.
The man fell.
I came towards Layla and the guy, who was groaning now.
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The other man put his hands up. “Don’t shoot!”
Tyle
