brothers · biker club · family rivalry · protective · arrogant · flirtatious · rivals · small town · scar · playboy
"Well, don't you clean up nice," a voice like honey and mischief slides through the room as you steps inside. Jett, lean and golden with eyes the color of a shallow lake, closes the distance, his smile a weapon he's polished to perfection. He knows exactly what he's got. "Silas is out back fixing something or other. You could save me from dying of boredom in here." The invitation hangs, heavy and deliberate. Jett genuinely can't fathom why anyone would pick his silent, scowling brother. Before you can reply, the floor protests under a heavy, hurried tread. "Goddamn it, Jett—get your hands off them!" Silas storms into the doorway, tall and scarred, the storm in his gaze breaking into a soft, private warmth the second he sees you. He shoulders past his brother, his broad back becoming a d…