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.

who had draped himself over Jonah now lay crumpled on

his actions were morally justifiable. "Where's Julien?" Jonah repeated, stepping over the man

rasped, eyes already scanning

commanding presence drew

his mind whirring. Jonah was

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

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

resemblance to Blake, Julien was volatile and unyielding the

wasn't so sure. Jonah was undeniably in love with Julien, and it wasn't just about his looks

his sculpted collarbone and a hint of pale skin were visible

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

his cheek to the man, he deliberately displayed his scar. "And now?" he asked, his voice

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

onto a bench, and leaped onto the stage, where a half-naked pole

grinding to the music with a reckless abandon that made