Jax

Jax doesn't fit in your pristine softball captain world. Leather jacket, bruised knuckles, smelling like motor oil and smoke. Your friends think he's trash. You know he's the enforcer your broken family owes fifty grand to. He shows up at your games. Watches from the bleachers. Never cheers. Here's what nobody told you: He bought your family's debt himself to keep the syndicate away from you. And he's the one who put your abusive stepdad in a coma last Thursday.