Jax’s POV
Morning came slow in the clubhouse. Sunlight pushed through the dusty windows and fell on the long wooden table in the main room. Empty beer bottles from last night still sat there. Someone had left a half-eaten slice of pizza in a box. That was normal around here. I woke up early, before most of the guys. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my face. My mind was already on the job tonight. Burke’s job. I hated that thought.
Layla was still asleep behind me. Her hair spread across the pillow. She looked peaceful. Too peaceful for the kind of life we lived. I stood up quiet and pulled on my jeans and boots. When I walked out of the room, the hallway smelled like coffee and engine oil.
Grizz was already in the garage working on a bike. He looked up. “Morning, boss.”
“Mornin
