From Greasy Queen To Polished Power

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The faded band poster they'd stolen from a club on their first date. The chipped mug he

n, penniless but laughing. Jax, full of swagger and dreams, promising her the world once he mad

rying to detach. But the memories

m, lied for him, stood by him when everyone else, including h

aw that now. S

and societal expectations. Julian. He was part of that plan. A pre-arranged f

wer. Inside, nestled on faded satin, were a pair of tarnished silver dog tags. Not military iss

her to get to him. "So everyone knows who you belong to," he'd growl

me things were harder

r. The car her parents still paid the insura

look back. There was nothing