Rage flashes in the Jaxon’s eyes. The bell rings, and he charges, fueled by fury. Every punch lands harder, faster. With one final blow, Jaxon knocks him out claiming victory. He turns to his wife, their eyes locking, her pride unmistakable. He doesn't wait to hear his victory, he walks towards his wife and he carries her inside his lockers. He kisses her against the door and whispers in a husky voice between the kiss "You are mine"
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