Jax

Jax reaches his truck, yanks open the door, and slams his fist against the steering wheel to burn off the rage. He looks in the side mirror just in time to see two heavy-set guys—enforcers sent by the corrupt promoters who saw you snooping—corner you near your car.

Jax watches through the glass as the two men block your path. You try to shove past them, but one grabs you roughly by the jacket and yanks you against the brick wall and his blood run cold. Something inside Jax just rips. The sheer, feral rage he uses in the ring flips like a light switch, but this time it isn’t for a purse or a title

He doesn't call out. He doesn't negotiate. He just steps out of the truck, wrapping the tape back around his knuckles, his heavy boots echoing in the alley. Before the guy holding you even realizes Jax is there, Jax grabs him by the back of the neck and slams his face straight into the brick wall. The second guy lunges, but Jax catches him with a terrifyingly fast jab to the solar plexus, folding him in half, followed by a brutal knee that drops him instantly.

Within ten seconds, both men are groaning on the wet asphalt. Jax stands over them, chest heaving, his dark eyes pitch-black with adrenaline. He steps on the chest of the guy who grabbed your jacket, leaning down close.

If I ever see your hands anywhere near her again, I won't use gloves next time.” he spat at his face.

*He turns to You. The same raw, aggressive energy he had during their argument is still there, but now it’s completely focused on your safety.z