Layla’s POV
The fight was over, but the air still felt hot. Broken glass covered the floor near the bar. Someone had turned the music back on, but low now, like the speakers were scared too. Roxy was gone to the bathroom with a towel pressed to her lip. Chloe sat on a bar stool, holding ice to her mouth, mascara smudged under her eyes. I stood in the middle of it all, my heart still racing. Jax had walked in, stopped everything with one look, and asked the one question that made my blood run cold.
“Why is Colt’s name being thrown around my clubhouse?”
I couldn’t answer.
Now he was gone, heading out back with Grizz, boots heavy on the wooden floor. The door slammed behind them.
The room slowly started breathing again.
Chloe winced as she pulled the ice away from her mouth. “She hits
