"The police cannot protect us. We need a different kind of protection," said Rex.
"What do you mean?" Jake asked.
"We need underworld protection, boss. The type Martin has."
Jake was silent. He sat back in his chair and thought about what his bodyguard had said.
They were still in the hospital and Rex had just come out of surgery. Fortunately, the bullet that hit him didn't do much damage to him and he'd be fine in a matter of weeks.
"I don't want to get involved with the mob," Jake said.
"At this point, boss, you don't have a choice," Rex said bluntly. "No wealthy man in this country relies solely on the cops for private security or protection."
"How do you know these things, Rex?"
The bodyguard hesitated before speaking again. "I know you don't know much about m
