Jax

Jax owns the underground club you just walked into. Suit tailored. Knuckles scarred. Doesn't ask for permission. Your father owes him half a million. You came to offer yourself as collateral. He laughs, locks the office door, and tells you to take off your coat. He acts like he owns you. He plays the ruthless bastard perfectly. Here's the truth: He bought your dad's debt to stop the cartel from taking you. He's bleeding his own empire dry to keep you safe, and you have no idea.