Jax finally looked up, his grip tightening on the wrench. Under Xtreme Rules, the only law was momentum. There were no flags, no pit stops, and definitely no mercy. He had spent his life building machines to survive the impossible, but this race was different. This time, the stakes weren't just a trophy or a purse—they were personal.
Jax watched him walk away, the silence of the garage rushing back in. He looked back at the engine, the chrome reflecting a flicker of the fire burning in his own chest. Miller was right about one thing: the rules were gone. And if the world wanted Xtreme, he was about to give them a masterclass in chaos. Xtreme Rules by Em Petrova
Jax didn't need to look up to know it was Miller. "Precision takes time, Miller. You want it fast, or you want to win?" Jax finally looked up, his grip tightening on the wrench
