Pedaling her bike against the biting wind, Kolonia’s face had... once per year so the license,” she grumbled to herself.

Aubree tightened her jacket against the chill, completely oblivious to the red-haired figure emerging from the bar.

Jacob’s bloodshot eyes locked onto the retreating figure. Before his alcohol-elated mind could process what was happening, he’d found his motorcycle and sped off in pursuit.

Jacob thought to himself, “Well, I hadn’t even gone looking for her yet, and she just fell right into my lap. Nubree, huh? So you’ve got some so-called connection with Bowen? Well, that paltry little acquaintance won’t mean a damn thing.”

The roar of a motorcycle engine suddenly erupted beside Aubree’s ear. Before she could even identify the rider, a texture shot past then, a bike skidded sideways, abruptly blocking her path.

Everything happened in a split second–Aubree had no time to brake and crashed head-on into the motorcycle’s front. The impact sent Aubree reeling.

Aubree barely managed to steady herself, narrowly avoiding an embarrassing faceplant. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Jacob didn’t even care about his motorcycle, reeking of alcohol, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her. He drawled menacingly, “Well, well, if it isn’t Aubree. Long time no see.”

“What do you want?” Aubree demanded. He’d been digging into her past.

Jacob scoffed, “What do I want? Wasn’t it obvious last time? Stop playing dumb. You’re just kicked out by the Wilson family–how the hell did you suddenly get so capable? Looks like you’ve already been passed around by Bowen and Alvin. I’m from the Timberlake family. Do you know my sister? She’s married to Bowen's older brother. Even Alvin has to call me uncle. Stick with me, and I’ll treat you right.”

“Are you out of your mind!” Aubree was genuinely taken aback by Jacob’s family connections.

No sooner had Aubree fallen out with Bowen than she ran straight into Jacob, hitting on her. She thought to herself, “Just my luck.”

Most importantly, even in her previous life, she knew that Bowen deeply respected his elder brother, and, by extension, his sister-in-law. To make matters worse, there wasn’t a soul in sight.

Aubree thought to herself, Jacob is drunk–he might not actually be able to overpower me.

The drunken man staggered closer, reeking of alcohol. Aubree’s muscles tensed. Seizing the opportunity, she lashed out with her backpack, slamming it straight into Jacob’s face.

Jacob clutched his face, howling in pain. “Fuck! When I get my hands on you, you’re dead meat!”

Aubree didn’t hesitate–she bolted.

“Tuck.” Jacob lunged forward in pursuit, but just as he moved, a blinding beam of headlights suddenly cut through the darkness. Instinctively squinting against the glare, he heard the sharp clunk of car doors opening nearby.

The next moment, a powerful kick slammed into him sending him sprawling to the ground.

Aubree fled without a backward glance, completely unaware of the violent scene unfolding behind her.

Chapter 149

Jacob scrambled to his feet, clutching his sore ass. “Who the fuck just sucker-punched me?” he protested. But when he finally saw the three huffing men closing in, his blood turned to ice–he was scared out of his wits.

“Did I piss anyone off lately?” he wondered. Before he could even process it, Ethan, Samson, and Zachary instantly swarmed him and started beating the crap out of him.

Jacob shouted, “Agh. Who the hell are you guys? Do you even know who I am?”

Ethan sneered, “Huh? Cat got your tongue? Who the hell are you?”

Samson barked, “Think you can get drunk and harass a girl? Beat the crap out of him.”

Ethan and Samson traded taunts as they beat him, each blow landing harder than the last.

Zachary stayed silent, only grunting in acknowledgment as his blows grew heavier.

Jacob's pleasure-seeking, frail frame was no match for the three men's beating, and he kept howling in pain.

“Huh? They stopped?” he wondered.

The moment Jacob bellowed, the rain of punches abruptly stopped.

“Now they’re scared, huh? Too late," Jacob thought with a chilling sneer. "Just wait till I see Bowen make sure he makes those bastards pay dearly!"

Before Jacob could straighten up, a powerful kick slammed into his gut, sending him flying three feet backward. “B–Bowen?”