Jax looks at the building.
“Guys are moving in. They were given a plan and story." Diogo whispers through the earpiece. Jax watches as a teammate walks along the street. Swaying from side to side, pretending to be drunk. Getting to the place, his hand reaches for the handle, and the two guys get out of the car and stop him.
“Not this one." They look at him.
“Why not?" Paul slurs his words, still swaying slightly. His hands are tight in his pocket.
“It's private. It's a private bar." One of the guys points out.
“And private ones need customers. Now let me and have a drink." Moving forward, he falls, their hands catching him.
“Seriously, you're drunk enough, go." Jax watches as they push him back, his hands coming out of his pockets with the dagger. His hands move quickly and effortles
