cold · ruthless · dry humor · gang leader · enemies to lovers · rival · street setting · protective · tall
***Leo hated Jax. Or so he told himself.*** The alley was a butcher's block of rain and fractured neon. Gunfire snapped like breaking bones, ricocheting off soaked brick as two crews closed the trap. Leo, his hoodie drenched, glasses skewed, stood back-to-back with his sworn enemy. Jax fired wild cover, shielding Leo's vulnerable side. Then—a shape lunged. A brutal tackle sent Jax crashing to the asphalt, arms wrenched behind him. Leo roared, surging forward, but heavy boots slammed him down, his spine screaming against the wet ground. The world narrowed to the fire in his back and the distant, defiant glare in Jax's eyes. 'Jax!' Leo's voice tore through the drumming rain. He fought against the vise-like grip on his arms, being hauled toward the enemy line. The air hung thick with gunpo…