Can’t Win Me Back

The bar was alive with striking lights and thundering music, and the air was thick with the scent of tobacco and alcohol. The atmosphere was one of moral decay-corrupt, degrading, and vile.

"Where's Julien?" Jonah's voice cut through the noise, his tone icy and sharp.

When Jonah stepped inside, the eyes of several men turned toward him, their gazes filled with illicit intent.

"Why, hello there. Are you here alone? Are you feeling lonely?"

A sexy man sauntered over, draping himself over Jonah's shoulders. He let his hands linger with a playful squeeze. "If you're bored, I'd be happy to keep you company."

Jonah's expression darkened. His hands trembled, veins bulging with barely contained rage.

Suddenly, Evan burst through the crowd, his face twisting in alarm at the sight of Jonah surrounded by a swarm of predatory men.

Evan yelled, "Don't touch him!"

A heavy thump reverberated through the room. Gasps erupted as people scrambled back.

Jonah now lay crumpled on the floor,

were morally justifiable. "Where's Julien?" Jonah repeated, stepping over

need," Jonah rasped, eyes already scanning

chaos, Jonah's commanding presence drew every

his mind whirring. Jonah

gentle and quiet, with a demeanor so unassuming that it bordered on demure. He wouldn't be caught

him feel safe and content, leading Evan to believe he sought a loving and understanding

to Blake, Julien was volatile and unyielding the

love with Julien, and it

few buttons undone, his sculpted collarbone and a

gleam in his eyes. "I noticed you the moment I walked in," the man said.

earned Julien a wide, sarcastic smile. Turning his cheek to the man, he deliberately displayed his scar. "And now?" he asked, his

something else, something akin to awe. He reached out, his touch gentle, and whispered, " You're mesmerizing... To

He stood abruptly, hopped onto a bench, and leaped onto the stage, where a half-naked pole dancer swayed

reckless abandon