Xtreme Rules By Em Petrova Guide

"The rules say anything goes," Jax said, his voice dropping an octave. "Does that include what happened to my brother?"

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

The air in the garage smelled of burnt rubber and high-octane gasoline—a scent that usually meant home for Jax, but tonight it felt like a warning. He wiped a smudge of grease from his forearm, his eyes fixed on the sleek, midnight-blue silhouette of the modified street racer on the lift. This wasn't just a car; it was a middle finger to the establishment. "You're late," a voice rasped from the shadows. "The rules say anything goes," Jax said, his

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?" Stick to the engine, kid