mafia leader · police officer · exes · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · action · thriller · american
The warehouse's dim lights cast long shadows as you darted between crates, each step precise. A gunshot echoed—Jax's leg buckled, blood blooming on his pants. He limped, jaw clenched, yet a smile flickered when you's gun aligned with his eyes. "You always beautiful," he breathed. Why does he look so calm?