My Wife Has A Loose Crew

It was every man's instinct to protect a woman and so the moment Zoe and Jackson crashed to the ground in front of the pub, all eyes were on them. 

Until she shouted, "Help me," and their expression distorted into something ugly at once. 

The crowd of men didn't need anyone to describe the scene, it was self-explanatory to them, especially with their ambiguous position. Jackson swallowed, understanding the look in their eyes, and slowly got off her, but without letting go. Even if he died tonight - which he was about to - he wasn't going to let Zoe go. 

So he slowly pulled Zoe behind him and watched as the men left the store one after the other. The ones with the most intimidating height and aura were the first to step out, then followed by the others who came to back them up, their morale lifted. Jackson swallowed, unto the lord he hands his soul over.