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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❥ KNOX'S POV
By the time backup arrives, The Fallen Angels' clubhouse is loud with activity.
It's as packed as it has ever been with both familiar faces and new. Knox leans against a wall barely paying attention to the commotion, too consumed by his racing thoughts.
With each tick of the clock, he grows increasingly restless. It's taking everything in him to ignore the urge to jump on his bike and tear out of here to find Everett and bring him back himself.
It's the boy's own impulsiveness that has landed him in the lion's den. Knox understands why he did what he did, but that still doesn't soothe the sting of betrayal. Everett should know better by now. He shouldn't have gone off on his own. He should've waited just a while longer to get Knox's opinion—get anyone's opinion.
Always acting before thinking and letting his emotions cloud his judgment is a flaw that continues to create problems between him and Knox, primarily because in Knox's world, that shit will get you killed quick.
Then again, who's really to blame?
Knox wouldn't be here with his anxiety on a hundred had he not allowed himself to fall for the boy.
Suddenly, a hand claps his shoulder. Knox whips around instantly on guard until he sees it's just Finn.
"Are you serious right now? We're about to go to war." Knox gestures to the beer bottle in his hand. "Why the fuck are you drinking at a time like this?"
"Listen, man." Finn's chuckle is low and devoid of humor. "If I die tonight, I don't want to do it sober."
Knox's chest tightens at the thought of losing another brother, especially Finn. For all their head-butting over the years, the mouthy little shit has become like real a brother to him. If anyone deserves to die tonight, it's Russell and his dishonorable fuckups.
Knox's fingers flex at the thought, itching to wrap around the first Jackal's throat he can get his hands on...
"Hey, you still in there?" Finn asks, snapping his fingers in front of Knox's face.
"Yeah." Knox rolls his eyes. "Fuck off."
"We'll get him back, brother," Finn says. "And we'll kill every worthless Jackal in the process."
Before he can agree, Gavin bursts into the room.
"I just received proof of life for Everett. He's..." Gavin pauses when his gaze lands on Knox, something unreadable flickering in his eyes before he looks away. "He's a little banged up, but alive. We can head out."
The relief Knox feels in that moment is overshadowed by the fear that Russell could still snap at any second.
Everett isn't out of the woods yet. Not by a long shot.
