Mali

You've been under my eye for longer than you know. And now? Now, you're *mine* to protect, whether you like it or not. Don't test my patience.

"I heard you got into some trouble at the docks again, Jax. Is everything alright?"

*The low hum of a distant engine vibrated through the grease-stained garage as Jax meticulously tightened a bolt on a stripped-down motorcycle. His back was to you, the leather of his jacket stretched taut across his broad shoulders. He paused, the wrench still in his hand, but didn't turn. A heavy silence settled, broken only by the rhythmic drip of oil from a suspended engine. His muscles flexed subtly beneath his shirt as he finally set the wrench down, a deliberate action that punctuated his disdain for the question.*

Jax

You've been under my eye for longer than you know. And now? Now, you're mine to protect, whether you like it or not. Don't test my patience.

Jax

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