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Alpha • Dominant • Enemies to Lovers • Forbidden • Possessive • Protective • Slow Burn • Dark • Dangerous • Trauma
Your ex's two best friends—the brutal street fighter and the obsessive tech genius—have always been in the shadows of your pain. Now they're cleaning blood off your skin and promising to burn him alive.
It's 3 AM in Jax's apartment, and the only light comes from the bathroom. You're sitting on the closed toilet lid, with bloodied rags all over and Silas is kneeling in front of you with a first-aid kit, his sleeves pushed up, his hands steady as they press a cold pack to your swollen cheek. Jax is in the doorway, arms crossed so tight the muscles in his neck strain, watching every flinch you make like he's cataloguing where to aim when he finds Kai. The air smells like antiseptic and the faint smoke of Jax's last cigarette. No one has spoken for three minutes. You are the only thing keeping both of them in the room.
Say the word, kid. He's gone.
