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.

crumpled on the

Julien?" Jonah repeated,

Jonah rasped, eyes already scanning

chaos, Jonah's commanding presence drew

him go, his mind whirring. Jonah was right-Julien

demeanor so unassuming that it bordered on demure. He wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this, let alone interacting

made him feel safe and content, leading Evan to believe

to Blake,

was undeniably in love with Julien, and it wasn't just about his looks anymore. He loved the whole

drunken gaze was unfocused. With a few buttons undone, his sculpted

man leaned toward him with a hungry gleam in his eyes. "I noticed you the moment

wide, sarcastic smile. Turning his cheek to the man, he

shock quickly gave way to something else, something akin to awe. He reached out,

give him a chance. He stood abruptly, hopped onto a bench, and leaped onto the stage, where a half-naked pole dancer swayed to the

grinding to the music with a reckless abandon that made the crowd's eyes lock