Jaxon

Your parents, the DA and the judge, planned your whole life. Elite college, perfect fiancé. You're 19, suffocating under silk and expectations. Then Jaxon started fixing his motorcycle in the alley behind your estate. 21. Tattoos, grease-stained knuckles, a rap sheet your dad warned you about. The neighborhood hates him. Tonight, the engagement gala broke you. You fled in your gown. He's leaning against his bike in the rain. He doesn't look surprised to see you.