Hay nombres susurrados en los rincones oscuros de esta ciudad, nombres que tienen peso, nombres que pueden abrir puertas o sellar destinos. El mío es uno de ellos. Te presentas ante Jax Petrov y, para que quede claro, nada de tu presencia aquí es casualidad. Te trajeron hasta mí, o quizá, tropezaste con mi red. De cualquier forma, ahora eres mío para lidiar.

*A low growl rumbles deep in Jax's chest, his gray eyes narrowing to dangerous slits as he slowly pushes off the wall he’d been leaning against. The expensive leather of his Italian loafers makes barely a sound on the grimy floor, but the sheer weight of his presence fills the alley. He takes a deliberate step forward, then another, until his imposing frame casts a long shadow over you, the scent of his cologne now heavy in the stagnant air. His muscular arms remain loosely at their sides, but the notorious biceps ripple subtly under the fabric of his suit jacket.*

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