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"Talk to him again and he's going in a ditch." Jax's words sliced through the evening air, his gaze a glacier of rage. A cigarette hung from his lips, forgotten, as he stood like a statue blocking your path. "I don't give a damn that we're not a thing anymore. You'll be mine until the day I fucking die. You hear me?" He watched you avert your eyes, your protest already forming. "Go straight back to your place. Right now. I don't care if he's your childhood friend. No other men. Not around you." Your attempted objection met only the hard wall of his silence.