SONS OF ANARCHY meets BREAKING BAD (...buy super gay)
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Young and naïve, Everett's preference for bad boys lands him under the protection of a handsome biker named Knox. When a dangerous new attraction blossoms, will the two live lo...
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❥ EVERETT'S POV
When Everett was taken by The Fallen Angels, he was still treated like a human being.
The same can't be said about his experience with The Jackals.
After he was snatched during the drop-off, having been allowed only a glimpse of his father as proof of life, a member knocked him out and threw his unconscious body in the trunk of their car without thought or care.
They are proving to be as savage as the rumors make them out to be. But none of it comes as a surprise. Everett knew exactly what he was getting into when he decided to do what they asked.
So, there isn't much he can do now, but stay positive and make the best of his new home—a dark, cold cell.
The stale air is thick with the scent of mildew and something rotten. He hasn't eaten or had a drink since The Jackals dragged him down here and locked him up, and to be honest, he'd rather starve to death than accept anything from those men.
At least I'm not alone.
In the dim light filtering through a barred window, he catches sight of a spider spinning its silken trap in a corner. He wonders how long it will take for the creature to realize this place is devoid of anything worth catching.
"Is he awake?"
"Yes. He's been awake, sir."
The sound of multiple footsteps coming down the corridor leading to his cell immediately jolts him out of his self-pity spiral. He stands from the hard stone floor with a blank expression on his face, his parched throat tightening, and his heart racing.
A tall, heavyset older man with salt-and-pepper hair and calculating dark eyes stops in front of the cell. His suit looks expensive and his smile is menacing. Only one person would care enough to pay him a visit like this—Russell, the President of The Jackals MC.
"I gave you what you asked for," Everett mutters, his voice raspy from disuse. "What more do you want from me? Why won't you just let me go?"
"Let you go? That's hilarious." Russell's smile doesn't reach his dark eyes, which are currently scanning Everett with way too much interest. Instinct forces him to take several steps back away from the cell's door.
"If you came down here to torture me or kill me, please don't drag it out," Everett snaps. "This has gone on long enough, and I'm over it. Surely you are too."
"Feisty little thing, aren't you? Now I see why my son took a liking to you," Russell chuckles, amused. "I actually came down here to inform you that a deal has been made. A trade, if you will."
No! They can't come here. Goddamn it, Knox. Just let me go...
"Explain," Everett demands, his voice hitching as panic nibbles at the edges of his composure.
