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,

"Where's Julien?" Jonah repeated, stepping over

eyes

commanding presence drew

him go, his mind whirring. Jonah was right-Julien and Blake were polar

with a demeanor so unassuming that it bordered on demure. He wouldn't

that being with Blake made him feel safe and content, leading Evan to believe he sought a

a resemblance to Blake, Julien was volatile and unyielding

Julien, and it wasn't just about his looks anymore. He loved the whole package, the flaws, the rebelliousness-everything. He might even

was unfocused. With a few buttons undone, his sculpted collarbone and a hint of pale skin were visible as a man refilled

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

a wide, sarcastic smile. Turning his cheek to the man, he deliberately displayed his scar. "And now?" he asked, his voice dripping with irony. "Still your ideal

widening in surprise. But the shock quickly gave way to something else, something akin to

give him a chance. He stood abruptly, hopped onto a bench,

a reckless abandon that made the crowd's