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.

lay crumpled on the

morally justifiable. "Where's Julien?" Jonah repeated, stepping over the man without a second glance and closing in on Evan. "H-He's at the bar. Let me walk you

eyes

presence

whirring. Jonah was right-Julien

He wouldn't be caught dead in a place

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

however, shattered that assumption. While strikingly handsome and bearing a resemblance to Blake, Julien was volatile and unyielding the polar opposite of everything Blake

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

few buttons undone, his sculpted collarbone and a hint of pale skin were

toward him with a hungry gleam in his eyes. "I noticed you the moment I walked in," the man said. " You're my

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

surprise. But the shock quickly gave way to something else, something akin to awe. He reached out, his touch gentle, and

stood abruptly, hopped onto a bench,

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