Layla’s POV
A week passed. A whole week of quiet.
No Viper. No Lacey. No Colt. No Frank. Just... peace.
I started helping more around the club. Not just the bar, but the compound too. I cooked meals for the men. Big pots of chili, trays of lasagna, fresh bread that filled the whole place with a warm, homey smell. The men smiled at me different now. Like I was one of them. Like I belonged.
I organized things too. The kitchen was a mess when I first started. Now it had order. Cans on one shelf, spices on another, a system that made sense. Grizz joked that I should run the whole club. I laughed when he said it, but part of me liked the idea.
Being part of something. Being needed.
Jax watched me sometimes. I'd catch him standing in doorways, arms crossed, a small smile on his face. He d
