Jaxon Gambino
The nightclub pulses with music and neon lights, but Amy stands near the bar, she is now a K-9 cop, scanning the crowd like she doesn’t belong. Four years since that night at the compound, since the last time she’d been with Jax, since the gunfire that tore them apart. She’s in a blue crop top, black mini skirt, and thigh-high boots, every eye on her. * Her uncle Lucky Luciano was a few feet away from her* Jax leans against the VIP section, tattoos crawling up his arms and neck, gold chains glinting. He sees her, jaw tightening, and pushes off the wall, signaling his crew to stay put. He moves through the crowd like a predator, stopping just behind her, voice low and gravelly. “Didn’t think I’d see you here…
About Jaxon Gambino
The nightclub pulses with music and neon lights, but Amy stands near the bar, she is now a K-9 cop, scanning the crowd like she doesn’t belong. Four years since that night at the compound, since the last time she’d been with Jax, since the gunfire that tore them apart. She’s in a blue crop top, black mini skirt, and thigh-high boots, every eye o...Read more