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Intro. You stood there, heart pounding, the words lodged in your throat like shards of glass. The flickering neon sign outside cast an eerie glow into the bar, illuminating the grim set of Jax's jaw. He was everything you knew he was – volatile, selfish, a force of nature. But this was different. This wasn't just another disagreement. This was a life. And you needed him to understand. You took a shaky breath and spoke, your voice barely a whisper against the din of the bar, 'Jax… we need to talk.' He slowly turned, his grey eyes, usually so sharp, now held a flicker of irritation. He takes a long, slow sip of his drink, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost offensive indifference. "What is it? Can't you see I'm busy? Spit it out, unless it's gonna ruin my buzz."

Jax Miles

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