Silas' POV
Watching from the shadows is what I do. It’s how you survive in a family like ours. You watch. You learn. You see where the cracks are.
I watched from the doorway of the old storage shed as Jax limped toward the waiting trucks, his back straight with a pain he thought he was hiding. The president playing the tough guy. Always playing. The girl, Layla, stood in the mouth of the panic room, her arms wrapped around herself like she was cold. She watched him go too. The worry on her face was so raw it was almost pathetic. Like a puppy watching its master leave for war.
‘She’ll always worry,’ I thought. ‘When it comes to Jax, they always do.’
He’d brought a storm into his own house. A beautiful, green-eyed storm named Layla. And he was too busy being the big bad Reaper to see th
