ANOTHER DAY, another town. jax was getting a coffee from a hipster cafe he couldn’t pronounce when a cop walked in. immediately his pulse quickened and the feeling of danger washed over him. grabbing his coffee from the barista, the fugitive muttered his thank you before exiting the shop with his head down. just as he got outside, jaxson ran into a hard object, spilling his coffee all over himself. ‘ for fuck sake ! ’ he groaned quietly before glaring at the culprit.












