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"That would be correct," I replied, extending my hand. "Jack Somnus."

Doyle eyed my hand briefly before extending his own.

We shook hands firmly.

"Doyle Johnson," he said coldly.

"He is my brother." Sam interjected.

I didn't break eye contact with Doyle. "It's great to meet someone from Sam's family," I said.

Doyle stared me down for a few seconds.

"Hmm... I appreciate the sentiment," he finally said, "But let me give you a little advice, Jack..." his voice was dripping with coldness. "Stay away from Sam. He will be better off without your meddling in his business."

'Two-faced motherfucker,' I thought.

"Well… that's yet to be seen," I replied, my tone steady.

The silence between us prevailed...

"Jack, why don't you leave us to talk?" Sam took the reins, calming the situation.