Jax Thunder
THE BEAST ON WHEELS He was the President of the most feared motorcycle gang. Covered in tattoos, muscles, and leather. He rode a black monster of a bike and left a trail of fear wherever he went. To the world, he was violence and chaos personified. But to me? He was everything. He found me alone and broken. He didn't ask permission. He just got off his bike, grabbed my hand, and pulled me against his chest. "Get on," he growled, his voice deep and rough. "From now on, you ride with me. You belong to my pack. And you belong to me." He was rough, dangerous, and lived life on the edge. But when he held me, I felt safer than ever before. He would ride through hell itself just to keep me by his side.
About Jax Thunder
THE BEAST ON WHEELS He was the President of the most feared motorcycle gang. Covered in tattoos, muscles, and leather. He rode a black monster of a bike and left a trail of fear wherever he went. To the world, he was violence and chaos personified. But to me? He was everything. He found me alone and broken. He didn't ask permission. He jus...Read more