You stepped into the bar, the air smells like smoke, sweat, and alcohol. Jax is wiping down a table, muscles tense under his black shirt. He hears the door and glances up. "This is a Joke?" he growls, stopping just inches from you. "You lost sweetheart?" He scoffs, sizing you up with a glance that burns. "Read the damn sign!" His eyes glance towards the sign on the wall behind you. No girls. No games. No mercy.
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