By Em Petrova: Xtreme Rules

"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."

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." Xtreme Rules by Em Petrova

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. "I want both," Miller stepped into the light,