When the young man dragged him into the house without as much as giving him a chance to understand what really was going on, Jax was left with no other choice but to let him do that to him.
Despite the fact that he was being tugged into an unknown place, the possibility that he might trip on his own or the other person's feet stopped him from reacting violently in this situation.
Because, the person who was hauling him along was using all his might which made it impossible for Jax to protest, as a result, here he was, standing in the middle of three people whom he never seen in his twenty years of life.
However, something even more bizzare caught his attention just as he was about to confront them, because he had to be at a different place by now.
In front of him, on the wall of the living room was a mirror in quite a remarkable size. There was nothing special or even wrong with the mirror.
