Jax swung a desperate punch. His fist connected with Leo’s jaw and shattered with a sickening crack of bone against indestructible alloy. Leo didn't even flinch. He stood up, and the table beneath his elbows crumpled like tin foil.
He picked up a stray jacket from a nearby stool, pulled the hood over his head, and stepped out into the rain. The issue wasn't that he was a monster; the issue was that the monster was the only thing keeping him alive in a world that wanted him in a cage. [S1E8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...
As he vanished into the shadows of the alley, a single thought echoed in his mind: Issue #109 is going to be even worse. Jax swung a desperate punch
The local news on the TV above the bar was muted, but the headline was loud enough: He stood up, and the table beneath his
Leo didn't look up. The voice belonged to Jax, a debt collector who looked like he’d been carved out of granite and bad intentions. He had two shadows behind him, both grinning with the kind of confidence only a baseball bat provides.