A Life Beyond Limits (Jack Holland) novel Chapter 727

A group of men dressed in black barged in. Leading them was the same head of security who had earlier stopped Feena from parking. His face was dark with anger.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Wallace pointed at Jack and cursed. "This idiot's trying to wreck your damned place! I tried to stop him, and he actually dared to hit my men. You deal with this however you see fit."

The attendant clearly recognized Wallace.

"Mr. Fowler, give me a moment. I'll handle this."

Calista laughed mockingly. "Jack, you're still not kneeling and begging? Do you really want Mr. Morano to break both your legs?"

"What Morano? Sounds like a shitty name." Jack sneered in disdain.

Jax Morano's expression changed. "Do you have a death wish—"

Before he could finish, Jack raised his leg and kicked him square in the face.

"That's for failing to recognize who you were messing with."

Jax screamed as he was sent flying. Calista shrieked in fear.

"Ahh! What are you standing around for? You useless idiots, kill this redneck already!"

The moment they saw their leader go down, the security guards lost it. One after another, they rushed at Jack.

But it didn't matter. He took them down effortlessly, dropping each one like they were nothing more than paper targets.

Feena had felt a flicker of fear at first, but seeing how fierce Jack was, she finally relaxed. Still, she stayed on alert in case these thugs pulled weapons. She even quietly picked up a beer bottle, ready to back Jack up if needed.

As if on cue, the roar of countless motorcycles echoed from outside. Bright headlights flooded through the glass doors and windows, casting harsh, distorted shadows across everyone's faces.

Calista cheered, "They're here!"

Wallace grinned viciously. "Now, neither of you will be getting out of here. The guy's getting crippled, and the woman—well, we'll all be taking our turn with her tonight!"

His men had made the call earlier, and judging from all those motorcycles, backup had definitely arrived. Anyone who dared provoke them was just asking to die.

The gang swaggered up and kicked the doors open with a bang. But before they even stepped in, a wave of pressure rolled through the room like a bloody gust of power.

Leading them a giant of a man—six foot five, easily over 200 pounds. His bare chest was covered in scars, looking like a demon who had clawed his way out of hell.

Seeing someone so intimidating, Calista screamed in excitement, "Jack, you're dead meat! You dumb redneck, you even dared to hit Mrs. Fowler!"