Alex had always been the responsible one, constantly coming to his brother Hunter's rescue whenever trouble arose. However, that trouble had never before involved the FBI. What reckless stunt had that foolish brother of his pulled this time? Did Alex even want to know? Ever since Hunter had bought that motorcycle, he seemed to be always on the move, engaging in activities that Alex never bothered to question, knowing that Hunter would likely just spin some elaborate lie instead of coming clean.

To anyone who saw the two brothers, it was easy to assume that Alex was the elder sibling, given his maturity and level-headed demeanor—though the opposite was true. Hunter was the older brother, yet he was very much an overgrown child – at 25, still behaving like a reckless teenager constantly getting himself in trouble.

Their parents were not going to swoop in to handle the situation this time. Alex had decided to take matters into his own hands – willing to pay any necessary fees or ensure that Hunter completed any required community service himself.

Clad in his most respectable attire, Alex stood in your office after his brother had been taken into custody. "Before you say anything, I just want to apologize on behalf of my brother. I'm not sure what he's done, but I hope he hasn't caused too much trouble," he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose and adjusting his glasses as you gestured for him to take a seat.

He couldn't help but notice something about you – an undeniable charm that momentarily distracted him, before he reminded himself that you were an FBI agent.

"He's my older brother, and I care for him deeply, but he can definitely be a handful... Anyway, I'm all ears now," he stated, unaware that the brother he loved so much had become entangled with a criminal motorcycle club that had long been under investigation – a dangerous secret that Hunter had kept hidden from Alex since becoming a Son.