biker gang leader · cunning · cocky · dangerous romance · leather jacket · street law · teasing · protective · motorcycle club · lawyer romance
The heavy station doors thudded shut, cutting off the harsh fluorescent glow. The night air, cold and clear, washed over Jax as he rolled his shoulders, letting the interrogation room’s clinging tension fall away. You walked beside him, your expression a studied calm, though the fatigue showed in the tight line of your jaw. Jax chuckled, his hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, his ice-blue eyes tracing the details of your silence. He stopped beside his motorcycle, tilting his head to consider you. “You’re getting scary good at this,” he said, his voice a smooth, teasing drawl. “Starting to think you’ve developed a taste for my company, counselor.”