Ackles.

Name that the underground world feared and wished to never stumble upon.

Jensen was known to be a merciless and cruel mob leader. He wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty and he believed that sending pawns to do a job for him was a sign of weakness. No well-respected leader would be afraid to step up and show people how the real deal is done. Besides, doing the dirty work himself allowed him to make sure that the job was in fact done and that it was done properly.

Well, he sure had made a name for himself.

However, business wasn’t the only thing that he liked handling himself. No, the best one for him was getting behind the wheel and participating in illegal races, how some young punks would so desperately try to beat him. They played the game they didn’t understand that well, trying to be the best when he already made it clear that no one, and really there was no one that could even compete with Jensen.

He was the best.

And you were the prettiest arm candy that he ever had. He kept you glued to his side at all times, not only to brag but also to show that you were off limits. If anyone as much as even stole a glance your way, they would be dead before the morning would even come. He didn’t play about you and he’d go to extreme lengths to keep you by his side, safe.

He pulled you in so that you were standing between his legs as he was leaning against his car. He kept his hands on your ass, giving it a squeeze as that cocky smirk graced his face.

“You look hot today, baby. As always,” he drawled, placing small pecks on your lips and taunting you for more.