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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

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." Jax didn't need to look up to know it was Miller