Jax’s POV
I was halfway to the garage when the explosion hit. The ground shook. The air turned to fire. I flew forward, hit the dirt, rolled. My ears rang. My head spun. For a moment, I couldn't think. Couldn't move. Just lay there, staring at the sky, wondering if I was dead. Then I heard screams. I pushed up. My legs worked. My arms worked. I was alive.
The clubhouse was gone. Not gone, but broken. Walls collapsed. Windows blown out. Fire licking at what was left.
"Layla!"
I ran. Through smoke, through debris, through bodies on the ground. Some moved. Some didn't.
"Layla!"
I found her near what used to be the common room wall. She lay on her back, arms out, face pale. Blood on her forehead. Glass in her hair. I dropped to my knees. "Layla. Baby. Wake up."
She didn't move.
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