Bab 225: Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Five

"Oh hello, Samson" The voice said, "Fancy meeting you here"

Samson turned to the right to see Jacob Saunders, and suddenly he felt all of his anger return. The smile vanished from his face, and he was his old self again. Just when he finally having some peace of mind, even if it was for only a little while, Jacob just had to come ruin it with his presence. He hated the bastard even more.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Jacob?" he asked and was replied with a grin.

"Probably the same thing you're doing here, Sam" Jacob replied, "Soothing my nerves with some shots"

His eyes casually fell on Isabella, then he added, "And flirting with the bartender. I get it, she's cute. Can I get in on some of that action?" he asked, his eyes roaming over Isabella.

For some reason, Samson felt the urge to punch him in the face. He didn't know the Lady, but he didn't like the way Jacob was staring at Isabella. Not that it was any of his business.