I was right in Layla’s face. An ugly smirk splayed on it. Axl and Carver tried to step between us but she waved them off. She knew better than to let them interfere because this was our fight not theirs. Layla’s smirk pissed me off. I couldn’t stand the look of it. My fist balled, I reeled my arm back and sent my fist flying into her jaw. Flesh pounded flesh. Something cracked. She whipped her head in my direction and flashed a bloody smile.