A Life Beyond Limits (Jack Holland) novel Chapter 725

Otto grinned. "Wow! Feisty—I like that. Sweetheart, those guys over there wanna get to know you. Don't you wanna say hi?"

Feena glanced in the direction he pointed and saw a bunch of thugs covered in tacky tattoos, all eyeing her like wolves. Among them was that crude buzz-cut man. Not a single decent-looking one in sight.

"Get lost!" she said coldly.

She was consumed by her feelings for Jack and ignored any attention from other men.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

Otto's face twisted instantly.

"You goddamn slut! How dare you disrespect Wallace? Do you have any idea who he is? Don't push your luck!"

Feena was startled by how fast he turned hostile. "What do you want?" she snapped, stepping back. She wanted to leave but worried Jack wouldn't be able to find her in the crowd.

"What do I want? I want to have some fun, bitch!" he cursed as he lunged, grabbing at her.

Startled, she quickly backed away, not wanting the sleazy Otto to touch her.

This only increased his interest.

"Look at you, playing hard to get! We'll see how feisty you are with the guys in bed later. Come on, let's go!"

"Get away from me!" Feena kept backing up as Otto grew angrier.

"What the fuck, you little slut? Tonight, we're all gonna fuck you, and you'll get a mouthful of our meat."

She stumbled back in fright, facing imminent danger.

Luckily, Jack appeared, turning the corner from the direction of the restroom.

She dodged and screamed, "Jack, help me!"

Jack rushed over as soon as he heard her cry for help.

He grabbed a bottle within reach and brought it crashing down on Jack. Jack's hand lashed out again, delivering a stinging slap.

The slap left Otto dazed, spinning in place like he'd just done two full turns.

Not far off, Calista, Wallace, and the others had been watching the scene unfold with casual curiosity—until that moment. They hadn't expected to witness that.

Seeing Otto get beaten, Calista couldn't help but smirk.

How could anyone have dared to lay a hand on one of Wallace's lackeys? Jack was in deep trouble now—not even a miracle could have saved him.

She crossed her arms, ready to enjoy the show.

Meanwhile, Wallace was shaking with rage.

Jack should have thought twice before he crossed someone with powerful connections. Striking his lackey was no different from slapping Wallace across the face.

In a flash, he sprang to his feet and stormed toward Jack.