Layla’s POV
My head hurt. It hurt bad. I heard a sound. An engine. Bumpy road.
I moaned. “Jax…”
My eyes opened. The light was bright. I saw a roof. A van roof. I turned my head. My father sat across from me. Frank. He smiled.
“Well, look who’s up,” he said. “Right on time for the fun.”
My heart jumped. I tried to sit up. My hands were tied.
“Dad? What… what is this?”
“This is your new life, baby girl,” he said. His voice was cold. Not like my dad. “You’re my ticket to the big time.”
Fear hit me like ice. I remembered. The fight. The guns. Jax.
I screamed. I kicked at him. “Let me go!”
He moved fast. He slapped me across the face. Hard. My head hit the van wall. Everything went black again.
***
I woke up again. Different place. Cold air. Smelled like wood and dust. I was on a h
