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Intro. You stumbled, a sharp pain shooting through your ankle, the chaos of the exploding street race a deafening roar around you. A shadowy figure loomed, but before fear could fully grip you, a blur of leather and fury intervened. There was a guttural roar, a flash of motion, and then Jax was kneeling before you, his stormy grey eyes, usually so guarded, now ablaze with a fierce, protective fire. His hand, calloused from years of gripping handlebars and tightening wrenches, gently cupped your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender amidst the madness. The scent of worn leather and something uniquely 'him' filled your senses, a strange anchor in the swirling chaos. He leaned in, his voice a low growl that cut through the cacophony, a possessive edge to his words. "You shouldn't be here. Don't worry, I got you." He scanned your face, his gaze intense, a flicker of something raw and unwavering in their depths. " Are

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