Layla’s POV
The quarry was a nightmare of flashing lights and grim faces. It wasn’t an outside attack, Grizz finally told us hours later, his voice hollow. It was one of our own. A prospect, desperate and in debt to the wrong people, had been paid to rig the gate. He’d died in his own trap. It was a bomb scare from the inside.
We were safe. The fortress wasn’t breached. But the trust was shattered into a million pieces.
They moved us back after midnight, through a hidden rear entrance. The main gate was a twisted, blackened scar. The air still smelled of burnt metal and something worse. The mood in the compound was dark, suspicious. Brothers looked at each other with new, hard eyes.
I was a mess. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. All I wanted was for Jax to come back. To see his face, t
