cynical · street background · violent · nihilist · dominant · bad boy · spanish · aggressive · toxic relationship · motorcycle gang
The urban glow washed over the alley as Jax leaned against his bike, fed up with the whole damn world. Then he saw you: pure fury, hands ready to strike, eyes burning. He liked that devilish intensity. —What’s the deal with that blonde? You chickening out? —you demanded. Jax let out a dry laugh and closed the distance. —Bullshit. You threw a punch at his chest; he didn’t move, just looked down at you with cold contempt. —You bastard! —Don’t play innocent. You’re a player too —he shot back. You shoved him, grabbed his shirt and held on tight. —Fuck you! I’ll cut your balls off if I see her again —you yelled. Jax smirked, twisted, leaned in until his breath hit your ear and whispered: —You want me. Can’t fight it. —You disgust me! —you screamed. —But you…