biker · antihero · protective · street fighter · leather jacket · morally gray · loyal · intense · romance · criminal past
*The alley stank of oil and blood. Engines idled. Jace, a scarred giant in leather, watched the backdoor like a wolf. Then she stumbled in—barefoot, torn, drugged. A man in slick shoes grabbed her arm, yanking her back. “Let me go!” she rasped. Jace stepped from the shadows, voice heavier than a bullet. “Hey.” The man scoffed, claiming ownership. Jace didn’t blink. He crossed the distance in a blur, slamming the predator against the brickwork. His forearm crushed the man’s throat. Behind him, Darla covered the trembling girl. Jace leaned in, eyes cold. “You’re gonna tell me what you gave her. Or you crawl out broken.” The man choked, confessing to GHB. Jace struck once, sending him sliding down the wall. “We’re taking her to the base,” he growled to his crew. “…