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.

lay crumpled on the floor, groaning in pain. Jonah hadn't even moved

for Jonah to brawl so 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.

rasped, eyes

the chaos, Jonah's commanding presence drew

Jonah was right-Julien and Blake

it bordered on demure. He wouldn't be caught dead in

once said that being with Blake made him feel safe and content, leading Evan to believe

assumption. While strikingly handsome and bearing a resemblance to Blake, Julien was volatile and unyielding

believed Jonah's tolerance of Julien stemmed from his attractive face, but now he wasn't so sure. Jonah was undeniably in love with Julien, and it wasn't just about his looks anymore. He loved the

unfocused. With a few buttons undone, his sculpted collarbone and a hint of pale skin were visible as a man

with a hungry gleam in his eyes. "I noticed you the moment I walked in," the man said. " You're my

the man, he deliberately displayed

cross-shaped scar on 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,

Julien didn't give him a chance. He stood abruptly, hopped onto a bench, and leaped onto the stage, where a half-naked

a reckless abandon that made

the stage, a hand seized his wrist with crushing force. A