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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?"

"I want both," Miller stepped into the light, his suit costing more than everything in the garage combined. "The Xtreme Rules circuit doesn't care about precision if you’re trailing smoke at the finish line. No restrictions, Jax. No safety nets. Just the drive." Xtreme Rules by Em Petrova

"The rules say anything goes," Jax said, his voice dropping an octave. "Does that include what happened to my brother?" Jax didn't need to look up to know it was Miller

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. "The Xtreme Rules circuit doesn't care about precision

Miller’s expression didn't flicker. "In this circuit, memories are as dangerous as a blown tire. Stick to the engine, kid. Leave the ghosts to the graveyard."