"Mr. Fowler, are these men your people?" Jax asked.
But Jax was disappointed. Wallace also looked blankly at the group to men who had barged in, clearly not knowing who they were either. From their demeanor alone, though, they were definitely the top-tier kind of trouble.
Jack didn't recognize them either. Feena, hiding behind him, gripping his arm tightly with a hint of nervousness.
Just then, the towering man strode forward and, under everyone's gaze, gave Jack a slight nod. He then said, "Mr. Holland, we're late. We almost let these bastards disgrace you. I sincerely apologize, Mr. Holland."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "And who exactly are you people?"
The man scratched his head. "Right. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Vin Hartley, under Mr. Jonsen. One of our guys who was dancing earlier recognized you and said some fools were trying to mess with you.
"I heard about it and rushed over with a few dozen lackeys. There are still hundreds more on their way. Leave these lowlifes to us."
Who dared lay a hand on Jack? They seemed to have a death wish.
Jack quickly realized that these were Boris' men. Boris might act like a little brother around him, but clearly he had his own following. One of them must have recognized Jack and went to report.
Feena let out a breath of relief. Since they were Jack's people, there was nothing to fear. But she also grew curious. Since when did Jack have followers like this?
Wallace's and Calista's faces darkened on the spot.
Damn it! These guys were here for Jack? What the hell was going on?
Wallace cast a confused look at Calista. Hadn't she just told him this guy was some loser from the countryside? When did he become a big-shot gangster?
Calista's face turned pale. She had no idea when Jack started being addressed as "Mr. Holland".
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