Layla’s POV
The clubhouse felt like a storm had just hit it. People ran in different directions. Kids cried. Women tried to calm them down while the older members shouted orders across the yard. The sound of engines starting and doors slamming filled the air. I stood near the front porch, but my legs felt like they didn’t belong to me anymore. Jax was gone. Kidnapped. Burke had him. Every time I thought about it, my chest squeezed tighter. Chloe and Roxy were already moving fast around the yard, trying to keep everyone together.
“Hey, hey, calm down,” Chloe said to one of the younger kids. “Your dad’s gonna be fine, alright?”
Roxy crouched next to another child who was crying.
“Come here, sweetie,” she said gently. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”
But the fear in the yard was thick. Eve
