Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2463

The bar was alive with striking lights and thundering music, and the air was thick with the scent of tobacco and alcohol. The atmosphere was one of moral decay-corrupt, degrading, and vile.

"Where's Julien?" Jonah's voice cut through the noise, his tone icy and sharp.

When Jonah stepped inside, the eyes of several men turned toward him, their gazes filled with illicit intent.

"Why, hello there. Are you here alone? Are you feeling lonely?"

A sexy man sauntered over, draping himself over Jonah's shoulders. He let his hands linger with a playful squeeze. "If you're bored, I'd be happy to keep you company."

Jonah's expression darkened. His hands trembled, veins bulging with barely contained rage.

Suddenly, Evan burst through the crowd, his face twisting in alarm at the sight of Jonah surrounded by a swarm of predatory men.

Evan yelled, "Don't touch him!"

A heavy thump reverberated through the room. Gasps erupted as people scrambled back.

man who had draped himself over Jonah now lay crumpled on the floor, groaning in pain. Jonah

long as his actions were morally justifiable. "Where's Julien?" Jonah repeated, stepping over the man without a second glance and closing in on Evan. "H-He's at the bar. Let me

Jonah rasped, eyes already scanning

Jonah's commanding presence drew

mind whirring. Jonah was right-Julien

and quiet, with a demeanor so unassuming that it bordered on demure. He wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this, let alone interacting with such

that being with Blake made him feel safe and content, leading Evan to believe he sought

strikingly handsome and bearing a resemblance to Blake, Julien

in love with Julien, and it wasn't just about his looks anymore. He loved

drunken gaze was unfocused. With a few buttons undone, his sculpted collarbone and a

man leaned toward him with a hungry gleam in his eyes. "I noticed you the moment

the man, he

Julien's face initially startled the man, his eyes widening in surprise. But the shock quickly gave way to something else, something akin to awe. He reached out, his touch gentle, and whispered, "

him a chance. He stood abruptly, hopped onto a bench,

to the music with a reckless abandon that made the crowd's eyes lock onto

approached him practically drooled. Just as he began climbing onto the stage, a hand seized